Bleeding

No one will open the door…
Sitting here
Sitting where?
Sitting here alone in the dark
Just a broken heart
Drip ..drip ..
You hear that?
That is a sound of blood dropping to the floor
Wait!!! Wait!! Don’t open the door.. It’s too bright to see!!
Looking for a little candle with no handle
Just watching the glowing clock past by my face
Thinking it 9:00 pm but it not.
Thinking of time but it hard to think at the same time.
Just let me be so I won’t see just sit there and watch my time of no life but a drip of blood.

By aj robin
Published: 3/6/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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