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.
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