Anybody home? Anybody there?

You sent emails
And there is no reply
You sent pics and
There is nobody
Acknowledging

You sent a lot
Of poems
And you
Keep on doing
These things
Repeatedly

For what
Crazy phenomenon
You can’t just
Simply stop

Missing breakfasts
Skipping snacks

Little sleep
No exercise

Canceled walks
Refused Parties

You are
Simply engaged

In nothing
But intellectual
Masturbation

Rubbing your
Brains against
The monitor

Self strangulation
Self beatings

Inflicting a
Punishment that
You do not deserve

That
you cannot
Explain yourself

Hey, hey
Is there anybody
There?
Is there
Anybody home?

Are you there?

Answer me
I am tired.

like one mashed potato
just mashed
uneaten
unliked
moldy

and will be thrown to the garbage can.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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