Blog: A Poem

Blog

You think:

"Oh, no one would bother

To waste their time on my wasted time,"

If I tip-tap on my keyboard

Clickety-click

If no one was around

To hear it,

does it still make a sound?

…

...YES!!!!

Faster than you can click away

Your life is a mess

Your head and your heart feel compressed

He's everywhere, you can't sleep you can't eat

He's a virus, a worm

You can't wipe off the slime like you'd like to wipe his face off the face of the earth

just to get his stalkerish rage off your Facebook page. . .


Now he's found where you live

You thought you were fine

When you moved, three states over

Oh, why did you forge such an information goldmine?

And he's picking, with his axe

At the lock on your door


You want to lift up the boards

And crawl under the floor

So you dial those three numbers you've never dialled before,

And as he's disappearing behind handcuffs and sirens galore,

You retreat,


Back to your keyboard,


And type some more.