Just give me two minutes
I promise to be brief
as I try to make some sense
of what I’m feeling
Through the chemically induced
alcohol driven, nicotine fit I’m on
there’s a tiny point of light
that I think might help if I
could just focus on it long
enough to hear the message
Just two fucking minutes
was all I asked
to get my head together
and realize what I wanted
most to say
But she walked away
so I lay on the floor
and lied to myself
that she’d come back
and listen to it all
(D. James)
Read this after surfing through the art tags. Great poem. I am of the opposite sex but have been there maybe one to many times in another life of mine from a few years past.