Broken heart,
How has this child crushed hope,
Torn relationship apart?
You’re a ghost.
They don’t give a damn these days;
Occasional text at most.
Maybe time
will heal whatever lies here,
Give grace, pass this pantomime.
This is a treochair poem. The triplet stanzas have an ABA rhyme scheme, a 3, 7, 7 syllable count, and alliteration.


poem- entitlement September 17, 2022
Tags: Commentary, complaining, entitlement, poem, poetry, whiners, Writers
Listen to the shouting,
as if increased volume
was proof of rightness.
Oh, the indignation!
when thinking’s challenged!
Everyone and everything
set to deliberately hold
them back! Poor things.
Their whole lives they
have had it all for the asking.
Expectation is dangerous.
What a shock to face
the reality that the words
they write and the stories
they tell aren’t as brilliant
or ground-breaking as they
imagine. How hard to face
their incredible mediocrity.
Their frustrated ranting just
reveals the content of their
character is also
wanting.
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