It Bleeds

There is a broken place,

At the core, right at the very centre,

Like a gaping weeping wound it bleeds,

It steadily draws the lifeblood as a leach at the vein,

And though I try and stem the tide,

Staunch the flow,

I labour in vain,

And the oozing wound remains.

It knows all the pain and trials it has seen,

It knows of unanswered prayers and unsatisfied needs,

It knows of those whose suffering is beyond obscene,

And it is for them that it bleeds,

But the river that runs from the ragged gash,

Only serves to remind us that time is fleeting,

And if we can’t make our own weeping hearts intact,

We may fix another’s while ours is still beating.

◄ Buds

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 24th May 2020 10:06

Very true Jennifer, and if we all did that, if we all tried to mend each others hearts, what a beautiful world that might be.

J. x

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jennifer Malden

Sat 23rd May 2020 16:58

Very profound, and sad, but at least offers the positive view that we can still help others even if we cannot heal ourselves completely. To read again and again.

Jennifer

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 22nd May 2020 23:21

Those were the exact two things I was trying to get across, I'm really pleased it worked.😁
Thanks.❤

J. x

MortimerBlooming

Fri 22nd May 2020 14:37

A very meaningful poem Jason, perhaps just as we fix someone else's heart, ours can also be fixed by another.

Happiness is only meaningful and true when it is shared,

Mortimer

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