Pool Of Blood

I was swimming.
Swimming in a pool of blood,
That wasn’t my own.

I realised it was your blood.
It was your blood and it was my fault.
I didn’t mean to.

I didn’t think.
It happened and I cant change it,
But I’m going to drown in it.

I deserve to drown in it.
Don’t I?
It was my fault and nothing will change that.

So I’ll stop swimming,
I’ll drown and everything will be right again.
Everything will be normal.

Except, neither of us will be in the world.
We’ll be in this pool of blood,
Together, forever.

So, I was swimming,
But now I’m not,
And I don’t know why?

poem by Rachel Brewer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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