Hacked Into - Poem by John Sensele
Stuck in the past, I lie awake
In my bed wondering why I let you go
When mad blood made the mistake
I could in all probability forgo.
Stripped of volition, I search every recess of my mind
For answers why you walked out on me
When impulse and insanity drove me blind
To consequences like a dunce I couldn't foresee.
Whipped into delirium, I cry and cry
Tearing my hair, airing frustrations
And remonstrations that your departure cannot belie
Despite regrets I express for my inconsiderate actions and emotions.
Shorn of free will and common sense, I curse shadows and memories
That remind of me of the sad day
When tired of my escapade stories
You could neither stand my foibles nor wish me happy birthday.
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