You annoy me.
Toing and froing wildly.
Freeform it seems.
Complete disregard.
For would it really be so hard?
To consider; think even, outside of
Your own tiny mind?
You torment me.
Weaving and winding incessantly.
It appears cruel at first,
Until I step back - though initially
shaken - I now understand what you are;
An inevitable saga painted onto a stage.
Can I look away?
You haunt me.
Ensnaring and burrowing daily.
It is unavoidable now.
To think of how
Next days and years
Will be as this - so near
Yet so far from Me.
You are me.
Darting and dashing awkwardly.
Avoiding bicycles
Which pass by -
Without indication.
Though some hesitate.
And I notice.
You follow behind.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
You annoy me.
Toing and froing wildly.
Freeform it seems.
Complete disregard.
For would it really be so hard?
To consider; think even, outside of
Your own tiny mind?
You torment me.
Weaving and winding incessantly.
It appears cruel at first,
Until I step back - though initially
shaken - I now understand what you are;
An inevitable saga painted onto a stage.
Can I look away?
You haunt me.
Ensnaring and burrowing daily.
It is unavoidable now.
To think of how
Next days and years
Will be as this - so near
Yet so far from Me.
You are me.
Darting and dashing awkwardly.
Avoiding bicycles
Which pass by -
Without indication.
Though some hesitate.
And I notice.
You follow behind.
A poem about frustration.