Her - Prayer of a Bewildered Poet
Slowly, softly, with the Truth, crush me!
She doesn’t exist, does she?
“Her,” a construct?… my own intimate imagery?
Some romantic symphony?…
Existing only in my memory?…
Now just another misery, ..of my own making?
Her, is not there, not anywhere!… Is she?
How dare you Create me this way!?…
The kind so prone to...
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