Numb To It
Go ahead; rant like a wild child while
wagging your finger in my face.
Your barrage of words falls like
waves upon a cold shore.
Against your tirade,
I'm a solid
cliff, and I'm
numb to
it.
April 28, 2017 for Broken Wings' Form N - Ninette or Nonet Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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