Bleeding Souls by Miriam Shteyman

I look up into the sky and see,

A tornado of bleeding souls that is

following

me.

The souls haunt me in my dreams,

they bring tears to my eyes

and make me

scream.

They cry about their losses,

for those who die

young or old.

They weep about their sorrows for those

who have no water to drink or

food to eat.

They sob for those that suffer the

pain of neglect.

Their souls bleed because there is so much wrong

in our world.

So much killing and

cheating and

lying.

And pain so, so much pain.

There soul bleeds for you.

They mourn the dead,

They help the new from all that is wrong.

My soul bleeds for those who are sick.

My soul bleeds for those who cry.

My soul bleeds for all those that don’t have the same

choices as me.

Because I am the tornado of bleeding souls,

and my soul bleeds for all those who have

pain

in their life.