If I Don't Drip Blood For You To Lick

I wish I could come to the plate,
With a holding done to my bat...
Swing at any pitch,
And be able to hit homeruns for you.
That's what I would do.

But you would become bored with that.
With expectations set,
Higher each time.
Regardless how I felt.
Or what I had on my mind.

And if I should strike out,
You would be the first to 'boo'.
Believing my strengths,
Have become spoiled by weaknesses.
And that's all I've ever shown to you.

But in my preparations done...
You are not there,
To know what I go through.
If I don't drip blood for you to lick...
You turn your back to me and quick!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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