Here I sit with my glass of desperation on the rocks
Have you lived a favorable life
I don’t blame you for hating me
I’ve never given you the option to love
Could be a long wait
Do you mind
I really need to go
But I must swat this fly
I can’t make out the words
But the door stands open
I thought it might be best
You’ve told your pack of lies
And now the case is closed
Yet your defenses are going up
I need to get to a meeting
I need to be calm and careful
But I’ve forgotten how
I’m glad you understand that
There’s a sadness that cuts me off
God in heaven
Look at that
I’ve got the magic touch
Then there’s nothing left
As the second pass
But silence
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Nailah Robinson
Author, Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Cousin, Daughter In Law, Sister In Law, Friend, Grand Daughter, Niece, Teacher, and Student. I am so many things to so many people, but in the end, I'm just Nailah.
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The sadness that cuts me off and glass of desperation was very relatable! Loved your poem!