Windshield wipers
WHACK
WHACK
away the raindrops that
quickly gather on my
windshield,
blurring my
vision.
But
my vision is not the only one blurred, and
rain isn't the only thing
I'd like to whack with windshield wipers.
You,
blind girl,
have blindly broken something dear to me.
You,
blind girl,
have made me RIOTOUSLY angry.
The signs were there, blind girl,
I know, I helped him put them up.
He put out his hand, blind girl, for you.
Bared his soul, blind girl, for you.
Gained confidence, blind girl, for you.
Nice guys may finish last, but
this nice guy has an angry friend.
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Alicia Ayres Smith, you never cease to make me smile. :-)
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. I can only hope that you feel okay.
Can I please show it to her?
ReplyDeleteUmmm... as GREAT of an idea THAT would be, you don't know her AND I don't know if she'd get it. ^^
ReplyDeleteduh I would tag her in it. and I don't have to know her to know that she is cruel heartless and blind
ReplyDelete"The signs were the, blind girl,"
ReplyDeleteI think you had a typo here?
regardless, amazing. happens to some of us all too often. im actually scared for the blind girl now.
yeah typo haha. do you reeeally like it? :]
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