We all bleed the same 

is it for the money or the fame? 

For the unnamed few lost in the cold

trying to be bold just

simply recovering their soul? 

Be-letting ink pour into the river of unspoken. 

Cowardice towards the leap 

of their unmet meant trudged dreams. 

Bleeding the same as those who have ripped at the seams!

We try and deny the hole left behind 

out of fear regret and disapproval.

From our unmet minds-eye

Coldly closing off feeling to stand and speak out!  

We go behind the backs of masked sheep and hide

full of our Doubt.