Just a Pinprick

By Andrew R. Duckworth

The leaves bleed
As the house bleeds
As a finger bleeds
When pierced by a pin.
The window breaks
And the house bleeds soul-
Drifting out, life leaving.
It all bleeds-
See where it leads?
What will we do
When the daggers
That destroy the soul
Come for a society?
Sit back and relax
As if it’s just a pinprick.