Tears Shed Red

dark, cold vast, alone
cast out into being
beyond foreseeing 
the scars I weather
appear aged, but
wounds layered
never healed
lying on a bed of razors
contemplating, blood
the tears shed red.

6/1/22 - Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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