When all of the darkness in the forest
comes at you suddenly in a rush ….
and all of your restricted movement
is a constant reminder that you are
in a nightmare dream ….
When everything you say is rebutted
by the others in the room, and a perfect
storm is brewing down in the city just
beyond your window panes ….
When every little thing she does is magic
but the magic she does is never for you ….
When you are ignored and passed over
continually and your talents are disregarded
as anything significant or special ….
When nothing else remains except four dots
at the end of your sentence ….
it’s then you realise ….
this poem is about you
Bravo! Steve....
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