Poem #116

You have spent so much time on my mind
you should start paying rent.
It’s due, pay up. You took so much from me
it’s my turn now to be the taker.
When it comes to you I can’t even say that
the tables have turned because you’re
so insignificant that you aren’t at the table anymore.
You fell under it together with the curtain you
held over my eyes for months.

7 thoughts on “Poem #116

  1. You would make an excellent lawyer with your creative arguments!

  2. Wowser. Yes. Spot on really. I love it.

  3. “The Mind Tennant” should be the title of this poem. It starts with a complaint and then with a very straightforward statement.

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