Bled Dry – 1st August 2025

How does she sleep at night

with a bedroom full of bombs?

Can she forgive her mother

for singing her father’s songs?

How does she build a home

when uncertain that she belongs?

How may she relax for a moment

in a world of so many wrongs?

Bleeding out all her energies,

cuts open her emotional veins;

Forever at the edge of fatigue

pulling against her chains;

Every day is filled with chaos

that no one ever explains,

To make a world of happiness

and the prisoner never complains.