poetry

yet i’ll perform

being praised.
like i’m in.
some kind of rank.
yet i’m always.
last in line.
but hey.
i’m not here.
to entertain.
yet i’ll perform.
like there’s no one watching.
standing on a stage.
bearing my old soul.
where i’m selling out shows.
to empty stadiums.
full of screams.
from the porno.
next door.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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