Birth of a poem

Blankly i see into the page as i write
Memories feeling life
Slowly my mind takes flight
With blood and heart
Stained with life
Regret tip toe’s in
Grief to follow
As black ink turns red
Laughter and love join in
Tornadoes of emotion
Fill my head
Focused are my eyes
Beneath my pen
My heart dripping red

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