Round 3 - A love poem without 'love'

How can I sit here,’

You must wonder

‘and repeat all of the things

that have placed me in this cage.’


If I cannot change that

Then how am I ever

Going to live by a word

I only ever said

Between my teeth?


I didn’t trust it,

So it failed me.

Now I do,

It is failing me.

The world carries on


Chopin plays on;

I no longer enjoy him there,

Because now I need him.

Unlike Chopin

I am no longer needed.


It is incomprehensible:

In and amongst the longing

To reverse those mistakes

Which drone like a wasp in each ear;

Both stings reaching deep in to my throat,


There is still you.

The End

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