Wounded Poem

I am wounded and now feel alone, you did not read my poem. How sad for you sadder still for me. The words were simple spread wavy like an old nun's wimple. Do not discount my words as uninspired. sometimes they are difficultly unacquired. But they look for recognition it is part of my human condition. So go ahead, read someone else’s words and hopefully you’ll find meaning in the blurbs. Leave me here to my own distractions filled with moody dissatisfaction.