Member Poem

Still this bleeding heart
O how it pounds
I feel it wrenched apart
See I walk upon these hallowed grounds
In the rest of ancients make my bed
My grief has split my head
I screech and squeal and thrash
But it like my voice be trash
Trapped inside this bleeding heart
Nor does my voice reach outside
Nor does my screech tear my throat apart
By life’s cruelty I must abide
But hidden in this bleeding heart
I seek to cry it out
Surely it must come out
Before it tears me just apart
I see the fog of lives then lived
I lose what once was life
And yet no others see how I strived
This bleeding heart leaves me with strife
And yet I escape not
The anger toward the happy family makes me hot
Blot out the sky in darkened fire
I wish it so I not a liar
For this bleeding heart requires so
Life for its pain and pain abound
Not even wish I a sultry doe
Wish only not the pain abound
And so I prowl
A berserk howl
My pain and strife
worth any life
Including mine
But wait
There must be more to live for mine
A makeshift armor I then plate
It may just work for now
I am still in pain
I still hold the dao
But now I find the pain
It be worth less now
I may live my life just so
And find myself that sultry doe