No OneA Poem by Autumn T. Another sad poem.
The fan blades
Cycle air through the room, Cooling a person Who isn’t there. A clock Screams out the time in block letters, Shouting At no one and nothing. Two lamps Spread their light over a room, Illuminating objects That have no one to look at them. A phone, Ringing on the bedside table Asks to be answered And is greeted with nothing A car, Three miles away, Is wrapped around a telephone pole. There was someone there this time. © 2011 Autumn T. |
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Autumn T.Rockford, MIAbout,___, I have one thing to say: If you don't like me, [O.o] I don't care. That's all there is to it. I've been /)__) beaten around enough, insulted enough, -"--"- humiliated enough that it do.. more..Writing
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