Over and Over

Like lightning rips through the sky

and pieces itself back together

thus the communication was.

 

Being severed and patched

over and over.

Each time the sound of 

thunder roaring 

the issues sever the friendship.

 

Over and Over

Nothing to be learned 

Nothing to gain

Just frays in the fabric

un-raveling one row at a time

 

So here we go,

over and over

again.

This poem is about: 
Me
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