No Love to Receive

February 23, 2019

In a pitch black room

Yet there is no fear.

The thunderstorm and gloom

Yet there is no fear.

A sea of hissing snakes

But I am at peace.

The deepest lakes

But I am at peace.

A swarm of bees

I smile and nod.

Locked out with no keys

I smile and nod.

My friends and family

They all leave.

Now I must plea

For I have no love to receive.

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