Blind Spot

by Sam M. Phillips

I cannot gain satisfaction from my relationships,

I try to get what I want but everything slips

Out of my grasp,

How can I ask

For what I need

When they don’t heed

The words I say?

I hate this power play,

I want to get my way,

But I cannot sway

Others to my side,

I just want to hide,

Not have to fight anymore,

There is no score to settle,

No way to do battle

Which results in compromise,

I have to live with lies

People tell themselves and others,

All this noise smothers

Me in confusion,

Where is the fusion

Between halves I crave?

It all starves me and I cannot save

Myself from people’s blind spot,

I know the buck stops

With me,

But I can’t see

A way to gain control,

I have a soul,

And it has needs,

It certainly bleeds

When no one heeds

My advice,

It would be nice

To call the shots for a change,

I don’t know what kind of strange

Lesson I’m being taught,

But I feel caught

By all the demands,

There are too many hands

At the control desk,

I’m told I’m a pest

And I’m not allowed needs,

Everything feeds

Around again,

Am I the source of all this pain?

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