Linda !!!
Never do I see changes !!!
What I see – you may
never envision ?
What I feel – you may
never touch ?
What I desire –
you can never live !
What I need – you can
never give !
What you want from
me – I have not got !
What you expect of
me – I am not !
What you say to
me, sometimes – fire it spurts!
What you deny ( to
yourself, to me ) – hurts !
Nothing I have
left you, it seems, gets through !
No thought, no
respect, no concern come from you !
Nothing but self
comes through – it burns !
No idea, leaving
me to wonder ?, - what turns
your crank ?, what
makes you tick ?,
what will work ?,
what is the trick ?
My door – for you –
is always open.
Words, feeling,
flow from my pen.
Yet, me, my place,
lately, seldom chosen
leaving me to
wonder why ?, your soul frozen,
comes to me at all
– your spirit closed,
all coming from
you seems to be fro zed.
The years left to
me are but few.
With you, nothing
comes anew.
Days, week, months
will pass by.
Not a word, an
explanation, not even a hi.
In my room I wait,
no apology, I listen, I lie,
contemplate, look
for reason and reasons why ?
Then I come to a
conclusion, say to myself, no more,
enough, no more
time to waste – you are at my door.
It all begins
again, and again I am knocked to the floor.
B. J. “A ” 2
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