Yeah. I do a little writing . . .

David M Pitchford: poet, novelist, fringemonkey

I Bleed Free


I Bleed Free

There’s no point in any argument, I bleed guilt
like any man guilty of what you indict me for

Is your judgement just? Or just judgement?
Through what bias do you convict me?

I bleed grief and tears, I bleed red lust
for life; I bleed need of true friends.

I bleed free of this tortured life,
offer myself for sins you imagined.

David M Pitchford
8 April 2009 – 8 May 2009

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