Listen To Me
They
don’t know what they ask of me
They
think they know they’re right
They
change my world so freely
And offer
me no insight
Into the
plans they are pursuing
A bitter
taste of night
That ego
powers within them
To barge
their plans through right
I stand
there, before them pleading
A little
voice in me
I ask
them for their thoughtfulness
To be
considerate of me
But plans
are made around me
They
offer me no insight
They
change my world without a care
And offer
me no respite
I cling
to false hope dearly
As tight
as tight could be
I pray
they will see reason
And stop
their journey right
They do
not listen, they do not fight
They push
their money home
I’m left
to pick up the pieces
And tell
them I was right
The black
tower crumbles all around
They’re
sorry they made a mistake
But
reason abandons, ego pushes pride
And no
acknowledgement draws light
I am too
tired to deal with rubble
My
weariness abound
I start
to re-build around me
The
structure of home is found
By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga
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