Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Brick Walls

                       Brick Walls

Pound your head against the brick wall,
Person chatters incessantly in hall,
Doesn't come up for air,
Goes on so long no one listens or cares.

Is he insane,
Or just in narcissist vein,
To him others invisible,
Insecurity so visible.

Fear driven chatter,
Nothing said in all the blather,
Another day solitude calls,
Pound your head against brick wall.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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