What is blood? <br />It's the thing you write with, <br />the stuff we spill not caring whose it is, <br />only that we need our fill of it like a tick needs it to live. <br /> <br />We take it regardless if it is innocent or evil, <br />it flows through our veins; <br />pulsing and quicking, <br />with each beat of our so called heart <br /> <br />Some still drink <br />but I've had my fill of it.<br /><br />Linda Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-10/
