Days Of Pain And Torture

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Blown Out Of Proportion"

Days Of Pain And Torture


The dust and rain mixed together

As the world kept getting wet

I sighed with a moment of relief

When I got tangled up in fear

I ran with moments of laughter instead

Nobody wants to say a single word to me

They just wanna live their lives

Without me in them

And expect me to live mine

Without them in mine too

Well, I hope they all burn in Hell

But they won't

'Cause there is none

They just choose to create my world

As a Hell around me

'Cause they want me to suffer

Yeah, they hate it when I complain about it too

They don't wanna hear about it

They won't even leave a comment

Probably stopped even reading me

Put me on a friends' list on Facebook

And then completely have no interaction

__with me, at all, on there

No dialogs of communication,

__at all

And expect me to be fine in the real world

__when we see each other

Like they weren't creating a virtual distance

__from me

When they were

Then the meeting ends and nobody says

__a damned word to me

And blames it one me?

Fuck them!

They can eat shit and die!

Loot each others' houses

I don't care!

I'll be happy when the military

__declares World War 3 on them all!

Fuckin' bitches!

But this is just something to laugh at


They won't stop holding my rants against me

So they will get no love from me

Even if I could give it

Which I can't

'Cause according to them

"Ugly people don't know how to



06-02-'20 #2

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: June 02, 2020

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