Listen To Me
By chance, you are not listening—
Say it, then, why not I hear you breathing
The words beneath your sighing
And I shall not kill myself
Because you care not what I do
Yes, I said it. You do not care, do you?
There, ‘tis done.
After all the tasty meal on the table
Was prepared for naught
And I gave the best for your intentions
Talk to me.
Listen to me, kind sir.
Listen to me
Listen!
written September 7, 2021
(a poem in the style of
the late great Sylvia Plath)
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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