Among Other Misfortunes

I'm attributing my life's descent into nothingness
Partly to your disdain for me. There are other
Factors at work, I know. The news all is bad,
And I read it each morning. Fascism flourishes.
War's on the way, and it seems as if, somehow,
The nation has given up trying to preserve
Respect for itself. My hip's hurting worse.
It's so painful to walk that I spend endless
Hours in chairs, or I sleep. Anyway, what's
The point of rising whenever the phone rings
Or somebody comes to the door? Whoever is
There isn't going to be you. You're in the
Picture I keep in my bedroom. In it, you're
Smiling. You seem to be happy with me.
I don't sense your disdain.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-10 at 16:40

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