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Poem: Over Written


Too many words wasted;
when only one will do.
In these silent spaces
between each dusk and dawn.

Rising blues crescendo –
Oh wait! I know this song:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Wide open bedroom window
lets in the pouring rain;
Cats in the kitchen yowling
the bowls are empty again

Why should I even bother
to get up and out of this bed?
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Purple phone keeps ringing
all over the sodden floors;
Seems no one dared answer it
before the floors got wet.

My pillows do feel poorly
and barely hold up my thoughts;
Why is there no body here
when the party is well begun?

See how I swing to the rhythmic
throbbing of words inside my head:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

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