The needle drips with
Honey’s blood.
Blue flowers lay beside
The blood red bed.
A bed so hard it
Breaks your back.
Everything around you
Is painted white.
For both the living
And the dead.
Curtains are drawn to
Keep others out.
While those in white
Just pass you by.
Until you are also
Left for dead.
And those who
Love you cry out.
Despite all the
Things they did.
©ronvdm777
April 2020
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