Blood Harvest

BLOOD HARVEST By, Matthew T. Borders  During your blood harvestYou reaped my pain like wheatGathered it into bundlesAnd trampled them with your feetYou stained the soil redAs I bled out every dropYou just kept on reapingAlthough I begged you to stop  Your eyes had the stareOf a mad man in total blissAnd I can still taste the bitternessWhen you turned away from my kissAnd a thousand winters couldn’t freezeYour heart to a more solid stateI almost caught you smilingWhen you saw what had become my fate  I know that you watched my heart quiverFrom the shock you delivered upon it that dayAnd it seemed like God was deaf to my pleasWhen I got on my knees to prayAnd that woeful morning when I awoke aloneCold, hungry, half dead at my bestSurrounded by the fragments of my lifeLeft from your Blood Harvest