Pounding
on my head
or, on my door

Some people
demand an answer
like her,
she was tired of waiting
hoping, praying,
a yell stifled down her throat
waiting to surface,
while I
paddled on by,

What my answer was
only the Gods would profess
but I’m not asking them
for their advice
in the matter,

What she demanded
get she did not,
but my head
was next in line

I fear….

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