Short Oversensitive Poems

My loss, not to notice
With whom coexist I.
My shame, not to think twice
On these fellow creatures
With their cringing natures.

Looked down of their maker
And my accuser-God!
In that tread space, number
Invites too night's lone view.
Love's rued; Life's in review....

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Don’t tell me.

No, don’t tell me.

To face that multitude

And perform my best piece.

I know they’ll listen,

While I sing my heart out

Even from the backstage.

Or the corners of the podium

I know they’ll listen.

coz their interest is rhyme,

The metaphors and the story line

And what could be more important?

So don’t tell me…

Coz the attention is just too much....

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