Here I am upon the floor
Come on in and take what's left
The last visitor, well... They took the rest
On my knees troubled by broken dreams
I give and I give
My soul is weak, my body is betraying me
Yet please, be my guest
Continue to walk upon where I rest.
I've no wish to be respected or so it seems
Wipe your feet upon my chest
Turn your eyes from my tears
The panting from my chest
Ignore the blood from my fingernails
Please, you carry on with your requests.
I am but one person
It has become too much to digest
Can you not see there's no end to my will?
To please
To be the best
And yet...
Take a deep breath
Rise up from darkened depths
Shake off your exhaustion, your chronic labelled stress
There's work to be done
Bottom feeder
I am but a cog in this machine
Keep working
Move forward, you can do th--
For the love of..... Wipe your eyes woman
Get a grip!
Provide them with a glass of lemonade,
Silly bitch
Play your part, do your bit
Go home and procreate. That's it.
I shall be back within the month if you fail
Oh, Sweet Female...
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2020 06:35
- Comment from author about the poem: I started this piece with no clear direction. Just let the words flow.
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Comments5
Your words in this verse have flowed so well with a subject we often feel strongly about yet are reluctant to deal with ..... a compelling read Clara
Thank you, as always
Clara, great writing! Please keep on letting your words flow!!!
Thank you Fred
I see a sadness in this piece which causes me to worry somewhat about the narrator.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song!
I am pleased that it is only fiction and your undirectionally flowing but well chosen words are but a story.
Kind regards, Alan
Your concern is always appreciated Alan, thank you. This was just me playing around with words and verse. Perhaps some historical sadness seeping through, I can't lie. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting 🙂
Very powerful write Clara, your words say so much.
Andy
Thank you Andy, appreciated.
nice job.
the woman is our root, our queen, and will be treated as one in my kingdom!
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