Charity

Donating blood...

I stroll into the waiting room,

eyes are now fixed upon me.

I feel like someone famous,

without drug addictions or marital affairs.

I sign my name and wait to be called,

my head still floating with superman ideals.

I lounge in several small waiting areas,

careful not to fall asleep in the silence.

I eventually make it to the medical chair,

where they proceed to draw my crimson bread.

I notice the dozens of signs displayed on several walls,

each one being a proponent of this unnaturally natural charity.

I smile slightly and keep pumping my fist,

watching a part of me travel from its vessel.

I give what I can and part ways with the space,

knowing another's lantern still has oil for its light.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

taking something no all that poetic and making it so....you did this so well...and a great closer in the last two lines...

well done.

jacob

[Jack Cassidy]

Thank you, yes, a very unpoetic deed... but a necessary one...