The Keep

I don't ask for much.
That's what I believe.

But people are bad at being simple

They twist and curve
Words and actions, they tie knots around
My heart.

Why can't people just be simple?

I urge and ache
My repressions and their transgressions.
I have questions
For you.

Why on earth am I so simple?

It bruises me
The lack of words confuses me.
You make me cold
And bitter.

Love and hate are never simple.

I fall and wait
And while away and sleep.
My dreams are calm,
A keep.

I don't ask for much.
That's what I believe.

The End

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