Poem 231 : Blood In My Breath

 Blood In My Breath

                                   - T ABRAHAM

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Strained odour felt sometimes,

Smell of blood nauseating,

Stressed and strained to bleed,

Nerves breaking apart uncontrollably,

Bulbs blowing up and glowing in,

The rich wine flowing and dropped,

A pain which is tickling within,

Oozing out and sneezing out,

Blowing up into big balloons,

Bleeding again and again,

The unremovable strain present within.