Celebrating East African Writing!

The Bleed by Wathingira Gituro

When I touched the candle flame
and burnt my fingers, Mama told me-
“Don’t worry, the pain will go away”

And when I stepped on the broken glass
and cut myself, Mr. Doctor stitched me up and said-
“It will heal, don’t fuss!”

The day I fell off the tree and broke my hand
Big Bro patted me on my back and said,
“It’s the pains of being a man!”

But when you walked out… out of my life
and left me with a broken heart,
Mama, Mr. Doctor and Big Bro couldn’t stop the bleeding

No-one could

So I just sat there
and bled, and bled and bled


©Wathingira Gituro


This poem is part of the January 31st 2011 Free Theme & Style Poetry Competition. You have until February 26th 2011 to read and vote for it. Please comment and indicate your opinion of the poem on a scale of 1 to 5.

1 – Very weak

2 – Poor

3 – Ok

4 – Good

5 – Amazing!


5 comments on “The Bleed by Wathingira Gituro

  1. angie
    January 31, 2011



  2. WANJA
    February 20, 2011

    definately a 5


  3. Nancy Wakaba
    August 29, 2011

    Great poem.

    5 for me


  4. Melex Ondiala
    August 29, 2011

    great stuff. 5


  5. Nancy Wakaba
    August 29, 2011

    Great Poem


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