The Jabberwock

I’m scared because I’m

Not sure that you care

Are you wearing an apathetic glare?

Through the phone can I feel you dwindling in disrepair?

It’s not fair.

Because I know you can never be aware

The weight you lifted in my air

As I suffocated in a snare

But who am I kidding

It’s not the kind of thing we share.

And I feel embarrassed and pathetic 

I’m Florida and you’re peripatetic

Just passing through to be sympathetic

Maybe not, but I would bet it

God, I care too much,

My feelings need an anesthetic 

I sound like a child, 

Pretending my self-pity is poetic

But tell me 

Is our friendship merely theoretic?

My own symphonies of synthetic?

I don’t care.

Okay, I care too much

Just 

tell me something authentic.

MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR:

“I wrote this poem sort of as a coping mechanism to process the surge of emotions I was feeling within a friendship. It has become my favorite rhyme scheme that I’ve ever done.”