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A Study in Exasperation
by Rhyana FisherIs it so hard to be alone?
To spend one eve out?
I.NEED.SPACE
Yes, I love you truly, from the heart.
But EGaDS! You're driving me nuts!
I'm not your security blanket
or your mother, god forbid.
Yep, you're sitting there
in the most uncomfy chair in the room,
mug in one hand, book in the other,
earphones over head
and I'm laughing.at.you
A hundred excuses for being there.
I might buy them except I already know
you >HATE< space.
I also know were I to move elsewhere
you'd be underfoot in short order
with a hundred more excuses
just so you didn't have to be
...........................................alone.
Oh yeah, I love you.
But do you have to be so obvious?
Always there:
GAH!...............................................................o.0
Find a new hobby please?
03/04/2004 Author's Note: thanks ashok
Posted on 03/05/2004
Copyright © 2024 Rhyana Fisher
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/07/04 at 08:07 AM I think its lack of providing some space to each other owing to the lack of understanding of one's own self and the other, succumbing to the automata within. The exasperation is just an effect of the causes we all fail to neutralize. haha. Your Muse seems to be busy again. Feel happy. You produced a beautiful piece. |
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