Friday, 3 March 2017

Mr Wrath

A poem from 1991
Mr. Wrath
is that you?
Are you back in my house?
Did I let you in
or did you sneak past,
pretending to be someone else?

Mr. Wrath
is that really you?
Or is it a paranoid reflection of me
in the darkness?

Trying to get through to immature people
is like talking to a brick wall.

Why should it be so hard?

Doctor, Doctor!
I feel feelings for this girl
Doctor, Doctor!
I feel people are ignoring me
I see no point in living
I see I don’t want to die

A state of unconscious
might help temporarily

One step forward
One and a half steps back

Mr. Wrath
go away again
I don’t like them
but I like you even less.

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