you don't respond
to me,
or even write
bad poetry
all that I can see
is what lies
before me,
before me,

life is always such a chore for me

I reach out,
and you're not there,

it's as if you didn't care
so I remain alone there

within the recess of my soul

you never talk to me
never say hello to me

it's as if I just don't exist
on the same plane as you

so all that I can do

is to furiously scribble
poor, pathetic poetry

you don't respond

12/29/2012

Author's Note: ... holiday angst.....

Posted on 12/30/2012
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