The flies that keep me up for hours
may be nothing.
But the rumble of the floor, the static of
each
and every
second
is a problem which sends me sitting on my bathroom floor, door
locked
and wanting to read a book. But it's not
possible and every day I awaken to hear the
same static
and my head
aches from sunrise to
sunset. And yet
I say:
nothing.
For I fear of hurting your feelings, you see.
And you'll box my ears with anecdotes
from bygone years and I'll start to choke.
Pride welling up
wishing I hadn't asked.
And you'll never stop talking
but nobody's listening.
But-
But you cannot keep on topic.
But you cannot stop repeating the same thing
over
and over
and over again.
Maybe I'll just put up with it and say:
nothing.
About the Creator
Annie Kapur
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English Lecturer
🎓Literature & Writing (B.A)
🎓Film & Writing (M.A)
🎓Secondary English Education (PgDipEd) (QTS)
📍Birmingham, UK
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