Resuscitation Date: Sunday, 7th October 2012 @ 01:49:45 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: cathartic I revisit our loves grave and pick the flowers at the tomb Open sore, closed wound I can’t tell the difference anymore I play a game My lungs ache, they yearn for mercy Breath in, breath out “Come back to life” My heart beats in support of my lungs plea I knock at the door of death My hands bleed I’ve betrayed myself once more No answer This poem is Copyright © cathartic Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=173967