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Blood-soaked demands

Poem. Yeah, one of those.

By Paul StewartPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Blood-soaked demands
Photo by Maan Limburg on Unsplash

I demand payment

I said

to myself

I said

As I sat down and bled to myself

I demand laughter, sweat and tears

Their joy, misery and fears

I said

to myself

I said

As I sat down and bled through fingers

Over the keys, the river did run

Over the desk, the deluge overwhelmed

I demand their time, attention and more

I said

to myself

I said

As I sat down on the same chair

day after day after day

As I sat down and bled myself dry

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Author's Notes: I write for myself, first and foremost...but...do love when things are published and how people interact with them once they are out there in the world.

You can also take a look at these recently published pieces, if you like and such:

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About the Creator

Paul Stewart

Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

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