Hurt
I'm hurt....
I was clumsy as I walked,
only to slip onto a hard ground. No
one could see me hurt or falling.
Everyone else was still walking,
minding their own business. No one
was looking sideways, down or up;
they walked as though they were
being programmed by an invisible
controller.
...but you....
You witnessed my fall and impact
with the ground. I'm sure it felt really
good to see me slipping,
after I stepped on your tears.
I made you cry;
your tears made me lose
my musings for writing. The
sound of the door banging
behind you as you left,
deafened my soul....
You were my muse,
my life,
my meaning...
Now my book sales are no more
in the New York bestseller....
|