Back and forth
Your attention (for which I yearn)
Waxes and wanes; there is no mention
Somehow, of things which make the cut
And meet your gaze – to be sidelined?
WHY?! Am I not your kind
Of person, but I guess the truth
Is evident in itself, and so forsooth
I cannot bring myself to chase
Where I’m not wanted
There shall be no final case
No trial, just judgement granted:
My stars will acquiesce;
No longer seek your orbit until soon
Bereft of your finesse
Shall fly into the sun;
Shall kiss goodbye to moon.
Today’s prompt was to write a riddle, leaving out the word/words of the thing we’re writing about. Well, because I’m a tricksy wee thing and immensely dislike riddles (I suck at them), I wrote about a situation – a concept – that I’m struggling with at the moment.