Non-Erotic PoetryI WalkI pray. but no one listens,
I weep, but no one hears,
I rage, but nothing changes,
I sing, to mask my fears.
I watch, but nothing's different,
I speak, but no one's there,
I cry, but there's no comfort,
I miss her scented hair.
I live, for what's the option?
I dress, then back to bed,
I long for sorrow's ending,
I'll make some tea instead.
I love, for it's my nature,
too long, too hard, it seems,
I'll hold on tight to memories,
much sweeter than my dreams.
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