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Poignant, but not really poetry.

DC:

Indifference doesn't happen over night. It grows like a weed.

Love becomes one-sided until love is finally choked to death by the weed. How does one live with all that resulting pain?

I'm glad I don't have to live with the questions or any possible answers. Thank you for a peek. Ronnie W.

Moving poem of pain and indifference. Very touching.

Great rendering of the tortured soul in pain and unable to fix. Touching!!

Such questions sprung of anguish...