Bob

Progress

Copyright, Bob

as i sit here with knife in hand so close to my life flow,
it slices into flesh letting the trapped blood flow.
essence of life flowing free at last,
flowing so quickly, flowing so fast.
racing lines of blood run down the extremity,
life seeping from this entity.
so many thoughts so unclear,
so many things to know and fear.
just when things are getting better,
my progress begins to hinder.

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