It. Won't. Work.

A Poem by Kelli Wyatt

8-28-09 1:50 AM

Push them up.
The glasses, that is.
You can't see what's wrong.
Without them.
Everything must be fine-tuned.
I guess.
Tell me what you think.
Oh wait.
I forgot.
I don't actually care.
So let me just tap.
My foot.
Of course.
Impatient?
Yes.
But I don't care.
Just finish talking already.
Would you?
It'd be great.
Wouldn't it?
If I could actually.
Give a response.
So just.
Keep.
Talking.
Try to make me care.
It won't.
Work.

© 2009 Kelli Wyatt

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R.D.Scott

A very interesting piece. I am curious however, is this poem written about the police or lawyers? Its something I havent seen written about before which makes it very refreshing.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Kelli Wyatt

WA, Japan

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I started writing free-form poetry in high school. Most of my poems have darker themes - those are the personal ones. If they have a lighter theme, chances are it was a contest prompt of some sort. .. more..