Blood the Rhythm
My days are merging blurry,
Run the rhythm slow,
Smell the acacias and the berries,
Oh heaven, where did you go?
You kept me silent,
Withered my dreams away,
Choked my memoirs vibrant,
Oh heaven, take this devil away.
You kept me silent,
Withered my dreams away,
Choked my memoirs vibrant,
Oh heaven, take this devil away.
I called my colors,
Screamed and shouted their names,
Blue to Persian,
Red crimson in pain.
Those bruises are mine,
Oh heaven bless this child,
And pray thy rhythm to restrain.
So…help….me…God.
Excerpt Poem from Red Spider Lilies | Poetry Book | https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Y3XFV31/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5