DAY 7 - LOVE GONE STALE

write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. With any luck, this will result in poems that have a sort of driving, reportorial tone, but with a powerful rhetorical finish


I am irked and perturbed

I wonder why you don’t call

I am always the one to take initiatives, so

I decide to wait this time

I get bored waiting all this while

My patience is over,

I call and your phone goes busy

This sends me in a dizzy

I wait all over again

Leftover patience goes down the drain.

I instantly pick up when you call, but

I guess you have decided not to speak up

I talk and I chat; like old days you don’t show interest

I wonder what is wrong; you dismiss saying ‘nothing to ponder’

My suspicion cloud thunders:

Has the essence of our love gone stale?