No ink on the page, that was strange.
Why the silence?
That's not supposed to happen at this stage
Leading me on and then silence,
Why would I deserve a rebuke silent
Depriving me of my diet of your sweet comment.
I'm captured by you hence vulnerable to this rupture.
Afraid of being up staged,
scared that someone new has taken center stage.
In the absence of your there's only rage.
I could let loose with an angry retort, and a war wage,
that would be the opposite of sage.
I'm lost at sea and all I can do is wait and see.
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NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
