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Bloody Poetry
He steps up to the mic,
the audience can sense
the nervousness in his face,
he coughs roughly to clear his throat,
then begins to read,
starting with the title line.
Stumbling over
the first few troubling words,
he pauses for a moment,
adjusts the pages in front of him
then speaks as if he's been
reciting the piece for years.
The sea of listeners is silent
as he pours out his heart
like a heavy bucket of self doubt
soaking the floor with bloody poetry.
the audience can sense
the nervousness in his face,
he coughs roughly to clear his throat,
then begins to read,
starting with the title line.
Stumbling over
the first few troubling words,
he pauses for a moment,
adjusts the pages in front of him
then speaks as if he's been
reciting the piece for years.
The sea of listeners is silent
as he pours out his heart
like a heavy bucket of self doubt
soaking the floor with bloody poetry.
Published 6th Feb 2014
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