Demanding
Commanding
Your desire is to be heard
Not merely once
Or twice
But until you feel in control
Your voice rings
Like nails on a chalkboard
Scratching away my
Understanding
My happy landing
Of another fine day
What’s the rush?
Can’t you wait?
Why so irate?
You say those words
Your temper rises
My finger falls upon your silence.
Hold, please.
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