love ripped through your brightened veins
you wondered how much you could possibly take
the blood (a choir) roaring inside you
rushing to shape a song inside you
naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all
your voice was sandpaper’s rasp
no one understood, who among them could
blood in a cage, no doors inside you
no release for the song inside you
naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all
you’re loved, deplumed, so no more pretense
no longer can you be about mere survival
blooded for life, a kindling inside you
the filaments of song deep inside you
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
I particularly loved the last two lines. I must try writing some more poetry. I has this idea about strangers passing on their way to work and having a sense of regret. I haven’t written it yet but would like to.
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I would definitely read that! You must write it! 😀
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The feel of blood and fire here in this poem is rich and brings to mind a good image.
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Thank you so much. You are very kind! 😀
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🙂
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Single?
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It’s my real last name. Honest! 😀
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Nice one…. Why are you answering Tony Single …
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Because that’s my name, good sir. 🙂
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