Guessing Game of BlameA Poem by PeteYou must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. - Thoreausurrounded by scads of people doing the same i'm dying but no one knows it no one reaches out to take my hand no one knows my name they don't want to why should they after all, it's just a game they can't feel my nightmare's pain they point at me with their eyes as they pass by not wanting to see after all, what's in a name an impressionist painting mounted in a surreal frame leaning against a cracked, chipped wall of disdain in this mad, guessing game of blame © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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