Thursday, 8 November 2018

Nosebleed

A poem from 2018

It's serious
And so am I
Occasionally I cover it up with a paper tissue
Blood stained
Soaked in it
Velocity
Fast
Like a steam train thrusting through nasal passages
It goes:
Boom boom, boom boom
The feeling of doom
Fear of getting kicked off the show
White as a sheet
Life ebbs away

Then I wake up
It was only a daydream
The mind depressed runs away to worst case scenario

Photo by Sam Burriss on Unsplash


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