Bleeding

Fast enough, rushing blind
Running after, the one left behind
Broken and bleeding
Trust now denied

Never again the rush of blood
Racing, dancing in the hood
Flowing faint
Tomorrow will hide

Burn to the touch, hot to the pace
Spinning and spotting in one place
Never free, time tainted
Sending red now refined

Soaring sending, fending flood
Misery crowded in black blood
Currents rising
Bleeding, drained and done!

Sheila Gallant