Tuesday 21 May 2019

Poem: Boycott


He doesn't care
Somehow, that kills me
Did past failed attempts trigger this apathy?
I pour out my soul
He doesn't read a word

But he reads other authors
(It would be easier if he didn't)
This boycott is all for me… I want to scream
What is wrong with mine?
Others like it...

...Or they tell me they do
Lacking support propagates doubt
Doubt could kill me so I must endure
The question remains
What did I do wrong?

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