James K. Dyson
"Hang Up" - Poem by James K. Dyson
stricken me maddened
worn out, burn out,
Obsessed, no, but,
putting to attest.
Neglected like all the rest.
They all think they are the best.
Hang up, I've been set up,
First, I caught you with a wink,
Last, you were gone before I blinked,
never did I know
only felt your performance
watched your show,
to an extent it was severe
when you bit off my ear,
Now it is clear that I can't hear.
Look for me below.
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