in the wake of height

i spin on my own ferris wheel
dizzy with fright
that ill be left to stew
that my eyes pleading for relief
fall on deaf mind
that looks beyond the me of i
not allowing me to be a distraction
my words stumbling through a tight gag
dripping on the floor for you to wade through
in that aloof morse code
of clicking heels preparing for a day beyond

the thrill of your almost attention
that hardly tends to me at all
my neuroscreaming
breeding silence
your presence a false salve
as you pat my head
and think of someone else
Written by poetrician
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