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Stormy PoeticJustice
Misunderstood
I seem to hear everything
like words misspoken –
read everything
like words misspelled.
Misunderstandings grow
from this interpretational error,
as I respond to what I heard,
instead of what you said.
Confusion surrounds me like a dark cloud –
an unrelenting bad mood
that can neither be
explained, nor understood.
“Don’t worry”, you say, “I’m patient”.
“Maybe you’ll change”, I hear.
13 November 2001
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