you try to chip away
at my isolation
with your recitation
too many words
none of them heard
compliments wasted
heart not tasted
I don’t care for your care
but you seem unaware
you push and you shove
your version of love

this is no way to bring us back
at our base there’s too much lack

recognise the end
let’s not descend
to discord and hate
it’s not too late

don’t let it be too late

via Daily Prompt: Base