- Non-Erotic Poetry
- In the Prison of March and the Libra Woman
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Time, wrinkled and broken,
Please provide me with a safe haven
Away from the troubles of this world
And the ills of humankind.
Make me young, where I
Once failed to gain respect
And grow more towards
The dreams I have dreamt for myself,
And no one else.
Please release the shackles I have inside me
Confined to walls once bloodied by negative emotions,
Surrendered to a world that refuses
To see what I possess,
I am the victim of a blind society
On the brink of destruction.
So finally, here I am, sullen and restrained
My children on the verge of death.
If I may ask this and nothing else:
That I be given the privilege,
To see her again...
