He does not readA Poem by Cheryl J. TurnerHe does not read He hears not a word Steps on and on and on Pacing feet with a charmless rhythm Ignorance in blissful form For this, I suffer, For this, I weep Incident plays on a loop Life in re-play, an endless game Pain enters with each roll of the dice
He does not read Because he does not care? Because he does not love? Because he is not there?
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3 Reviews Added on November 5, 2008 AuthorCheryl J. TurnerEdinburgh, Midlothian, United KingdomAboutI am a self confessed hopeless romantic and hold not a shred of remorse for it. I love the idea of love. Writing, for me, is a release of emotion and a tool of expression. 'The aim of life is se.. more..Writing
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