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My Bleeding Blood Brother

Poetry By: Harry Gosling

A metaphorical poem aimed to highlight the difficulties of youth in society. Open to interpretation- I hope the reader can relate this poem to a moment in their life.

Submitted:Feb 13, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

My Bleeding Blood Brother

Cold as the night sky bites my skin,

Blinded by the stars that dangle above,

Twinkling upon my spontaneous grin,

Like the trapped wings of a dove.

Aging years bearing injustice, cruelty,

Forged in our blood, our holy DNA,

The bleak and blunt simple reality,

Degrade, degrade- the only way.

Hail the spark amidst the storm,

Burn out all the rain,

Comfort at heart- peace and warm,

A kingdom of tranquil pain.

Scalded skin from melting wax,

Tears drip upon your soul,

Leave a wound of guilty tracks,

Lead me to your bloody goal.

The captain's glory strong and bold,

Through dirt, cuts and scars,

Sooth the agonies of growing old,

The memories will be ours.

Harry Gosling


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