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)