Meeting and Greeting Of a Dead End Street

You care not to listen.
But you wish from me my attention,
Immediately.
To be heard.
Regardless of my wishes or needs,
That may occur.
And after years of coming to grips with that...
There is nothing about you I find attractive.
No matter how sugary you sweeten your deceit.
Leaving nothing left for us to agree upon.
But the acknowledgement we both can see...
The meeting and greeting of a dead end street!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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