Some More

it says
it needs some more
and i frisk myself
touch my pockets
there is nothing
more in there
nothing more
inside myself
but for the love of it
i go somewhere else
borrow and beg
to give you more
this passion to give
this humanity
to make another live
some more
until i bleed
my hands tremble
there is no grumble.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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