Word of the Day Challenge #96-Untitled Poem

Fingers pressed
rain dusted pane
pain
glowing lights
fade
amber to gold
to silence.
Lost
lips tremble
I hate this
hate feeling I am meaningless
a game
played by you
until bored
I become garbage on the side.
Do you laugh?
Do you point?
Do you crow?
Look at that stupid bitch
falling for me
falling for you
cow
she is willing to do anything
play her along
get what you need
show those videos
disrespect 
she will never know.
Each unanswered message
each unanswered call
tears
fall like rain
realizing
was your game.
©April 1/20
Picture my own

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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