Adonis' grace has a torture she nurtures
This all smile radiant smile face cries
Silently, over the pinches of some tiny tumor
My pen also bleeds!



My pen bleeds
From the scratching fear that she may die
While her world still lives
From the stabbed of unassured bliss
And the feeling that her light may never see the light



My heart weeps
My pen bleeds
Copiously for stories she will never tell
And her injuries which her rhyme won’t capture
My pen bleeds like uterus of a woman in labor

Mr. Wright