A Misdiagnosis Of Narcolepsy Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Your voice betrays me
The quaver rises in a wave that crests with lack of self-confidence
And breaks on poor performance
A fool's gimmick that is poor performance

You have nothing to offer to me
That is not the sunshine of a beautiful morning
That is the hard merciless inferno that bakes dead ground

If the gulf is too wide for an agreement.,
Why do you keep texting me?
Still will be there Saturday night

She will still be there
She doesn't make a sound
That's an evil that doesn't fly off the page

Feigns shut eye disconnection to hide deliberate disassociation
You connect from a hostile animal upbringing
And lie about a lack of interest to keep alive pointless engagement