This is my first ever poem. I've never considered myself a brilliant poet, so I'm very much open to constructive crictism for this one. If you don't understand a thing I've said, message me and I'd be happy to break down the poem for you. There were stanzas but you can't have line breaks on here so it all just flows as one big poem, which pissed me off because some bits made more sense in stanzas. Anyhow...
Bright lights,
Cloudy voices,
Whooshing, whooshing.
Blood, a great cascade,
Far more blood than your body can contain.
Red as your hair.
Flowing, flowing.
Then the diagnosis:
Dead.
Heart strings snap,
Tug slowly on a withering heart.
While the other, the more precious,
Beats no more.
A glance at your reflection:
Ghost like.
Dull green eyes, like marbles.
A gathering around your head, you glance.
Tears escaping from behind glasses.
Black feeling blue.
A dull half-moon.
No little one.
Your life resumes,
Though you'd glady exchange your breaths.
Expand the tea spoon lungs like balloons.
Staggered breaths,
And slow, weighted steps.
Carefully, carefully,
Until the last day of July.