The Loneliness of the Short Distance Writer

I observe and I

Stand on edges

As I hear millions of

Meaningless words spoken

As a deterrent

for those that are needed

All Languages

Sending me

To an episode from my

Implicit memory

As I cope I smile

Then I choose not to

At precisely all the right moments

Eventually I care not

I am somewhere else

If you’re like me

You wait to be

acknowledged

Or to be completely

ignored

That is expected

If you’re like me

The here and now

Will have its time

in the future

To be useful again

And I write

 

 

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