Over and Over
Like lightning rips through the sky
and pieces itself back together
thus the communication was.
Being severed and patched
over and over.
Each time the sound of
thunder roaring
the issues sever the friendship.
Over and Over
Nothing to be learned
Nothing to gain
Just frays in the fabric
un-raveling one row at a time
So here we go,
over and over
again.
This poem is about:
Me
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