Too long I’ve been
kowtowing to you
begging pardon for
the ways I don’t suit your mood
meet your expectations
or wear the right sort of panache.
Now you tell me I’ll never get up
and my eyes sting because
my knees creak, arthritic
when I try to stand.
I grunt and roll over
the asphalt a hot
slice
of anger
down
my
spine.
First things first:
You’re blocking my sun.
Get the fuck out.
RED GLADIOLA 
Priceless ending! 😀
Thank you! ❤
Love how you wrote that…yes, the ending is priceless!!!
Glad you do. And I’m happy the ending worked well. =)
oh yeah
=)
Haha love the way you closed 😀
Sometimes we just want to get to the point. *winks* =)
Lol. I love this.
Thanks! And thank you for the reblog. =)
🙂 not a problem
Reblogged this on Among the Whispers and commented:
Hopefully I’ll be able to say this one day.
Even though I love inspirational poetry(I read all kinds of literature anyway). Your words. The imagery. The “real-ness” of it. And finally, that cataclysmic ending was amazing and I am sure everyone gets where you are coming from. We relate. Bravo!
Thank you! I love inspirational poetry too, but sometimes it’s good to experiment. I’m glad this one worked well. To be honest, I don’t usually write so raw. =)
Ha! Glad you let loose 🙂
You packaged some of the things I have felt recently into the most perfect neat little poem! Couldn’t have said it better!
Thank you! I’m glad this poem resonated with you. =)
Love the attitude and the asphalt image.
Thanks! =)
Diogenes speaks!
Haha. I think he’d be more eloquent but thanks. =)
I like how reading this feels cleansing… It’s like by realizing someone is blocking your sun you have the power to tell them to “get the fuck out”.
Thanks! Someone only has power over you if you let them. It’s a good realization even if it comes late sometimes. =)
Love the real-ness of this!
Thanks! I’m glad it did feel real to you. =)
haha, I like it, especially the ending.
Thanks! I’m glad the ending worked well. =)
Marvelous poem!
Thank you! =)