This poem came from my first book, "Behind The Veil ". Remember my philosophy of no accidents. And like they say, "It is what it is".
WORD TRANSFUSIONS
The blood flowing
from my wounds
changes colors depending
on the pen I
choose to use.
Always,
I wonder
where the words
come from.
Did they come from
creative cosmos
or my battered brain?
I guess it really
doesn't matter.
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