Running out of patience ( Read this Poem with Agitation)
“You’re too driven by emotion”,
Too driven by emotion?
The last syllable from his lips
brought prickling needles to my cheeks.
How dare he, who sips
on problems of the weak.
The window caught your gaze.
He, I believed like me, the same.
Postured pretending,
as our connection frayed.
Decided to look back at me,
Burning, from blue flames.
My eyes sweet mahogany caught
As tendril flames grew hot,
Clenched fingers I see clear
He with empty blue eyes
that once held oceans,
dry. Blank pages I
will never write
For him.
Consumed,
ashes
silence
us.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world