he said – i have bled

my soul vacant like a ransacked shed

but you insist on skins i shed

to be happy – nestling blues i shed

to be happy – offering crumbs i fed

on before being well fed

up – the blossoms of a reciprocal red

heart is here – i thought you heard

my mind no longer needs the med

it ate from a mind unwilling to be fed

here i stand with no more red to shed

unwilling to be sisyphus – unwilling to be led

down slopes returning me to a vacated shed

that mind that many times bled

because it consumed caustics fed

by a mind unwilling to be fed

arent you fed

up by my unwillingness to be fed

the crumbs you fed

i wish to bleed

for a need

i want to bleed.

fkregie 2017.