Day 15
barely communicating.
no good morning,
no goodnight,
no just checking in,
no how was your day.
i get none of that,
but seem to give all
of that.
i no longer want to
feel like someones
afterthought.
like something someone
has to the side that they
can use and play with
when needed.
i dont want to feel like
im no longer cared for.
but i dont think i am anymore.
there is no youre beautiful,
no you look nice today,
no i missed you,
no kisses,
shit barely getting
a hug now.
i think my intuition
is screaming for me to
walk away,
screaming for me to come
to my senses,
and screaming for me
to take no more.
keith jeffries
Thu 27th Jun 2024 21:04
A poem which speaks of today's society where people have lost the ability to communicate. People are now locked into their own world. People seldom strike up a conversation with a stranger which in years past was considered quite normal.
Thank you for this,
Keith