Verses

Bleed Poetry by Rod C. Stryker 

 I verse

  to stroke my

  rage and

  feed the

     animal

   again and again.

 

  I verse

   to cage my God

     and the angels

     in hopes of

      retaining

  some peace, a heaven.

 

  I verse

    for pity and pain,

to bleed

emotions

in joyous chants

    and sacrifice.

 

  I verse

     in desires and desperation

to gain,

     to touch, to live

  for, with, in you.

 

Verse, I.

 

by

Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet. I’ve also included my spoken word version of this piece from my album also called Exploits of a Sun Poet. Hope you like it.