The Bleeding Swan

She’s beautiful yet she doesn’t think so,

She tries to get over this point of feeling low.

She has feelings of hate and pain,

So she cuts herself to let the emotions drain.

She watches herself bleed until she falls asleep,

No one cares! or so she thinks, so she says nothing, not a peep

She is a swan so beautiful at work,

But in the shadows she thinks she must lurk.

She knows one day she will have to move on,

But until then she remains the bleeding swan. ©

Please do not copy my poems without permission as they are originals.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s