Running out like ink spilt from a well

I feel like ink that’s spilled out from the well

I have no shape .nor form that I can tell

This image frightens me it chills my blood

As I disappear into gnarled wood

A river has its force it has a goal

But when my blood spills out who can it hold?

I shall be soaked up by wood and earth

No transcendence, no containment and no worth

So give my heart more strength to fight the pain

Give it more resources less bloodstain

We need both skin and bone then we can live

Giving us a frame that is no sieve

Do not spill the blood of other men

To write your letters with dictator’s pen

The message has a meaning quite distinct

From what is written down with blood and ink