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clueless

by Joe Cramer

i have no idea as to what you are saying,
no concept as to the meanings within
or if there was any meaning at all

i continue to pen these words and throw them,
throw them against the wall
there are metaphors and similes
hidden in the juxtaposition of your words
that so often go unheeded, and are left unheard

there is no pill to cure this ill
or medication that could provide release, elation
from the angst you suffer from
all i know is that it is not because of me

or because of anything i have written

i suspect that i have said even less
that you may have originally surmised

imagine my surprise

06/08/2013

Posted on 06/08/2013
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/08/13 at 06:01 PM

The ills of the world nicely reduced to a jagged bitter pill. Nice one Joe! Wish I had written this (as it's what I too have been thinking of late) but glad you did!

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