Yelling at a Wall


A lack of ears,

only mouths,

that sneer,

or deride.

Repeated soliloquies,

I anticipate every note.

Mine aren’t of your concern.

Of course not.

I take care of my own, don’t I?

Forced to- held down and rubbed in it.

I’m dying here,


Was bleeding out.

What about me, you say?

Too concerned about your trip,

your order.

You could never tell me what I’d done.

Why those bootstraps were duct-taped to my hand.

Do you see the sunny sky?

Do you see the spring flowers?

Not past the threat of rain.

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