Blood Cry Poem by Matthew Holloway

Blood Cry



There is something
in the hidden desires
that good folk never discuss
a raw form of poetry
a lust without politness
something honest, factual
an uncovered part of the soul
screaming here I am
such things as I exist
there is no fear here
a blood cry to the world
that often remains in silence
all my name

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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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