I'm a little behind on my posts for National Poetry Writing Month (OK, I'm a lot behind) so, in the interest of catching up a little, here's another:
No Alternative But Helpless
Dear:
I think
All this is not why we are happy?
Tasteless relations
No alternative but helpless
The weather is overcast
What can be said to you?
No feeling of hunger
Unhealthy
But he was not happy
Always hard to find
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