Daggers

The daggers in the heart that made me bleed my soul
Spreading mighty virus upon the gathered crowd
Turning smiles into frowns with emerging black cloud
That will dump rain on them and fill polluted hole

Basking in the water as the flood is spilling
The acid building up to nauseating thrills
As the sickness blossoms to the slumping cheap frills
Brandishing the liquids of drunken distilling

The daggers are loosened, healing my wounded scars
Evaporating blood, and equilibrating
To a normal balance of soulful pulsating

From the now peaceful pool, seeing the glow of stars
A brighter tomorrow, a changing in my heart
That life carries away through my outgoing part

◄ Veteran's Day

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