poem poems

I'm Fine!

You ask me how I am
and I say "fine"
because you don't want to know
if there is a pain aching in me,
if I visited the doctor
and what he said.
No, you don't care
if my soul complains,
if it stretches in the wind,
or if it curls in the bed.
You don't mind if I lose my senses
and miss the count
of how many times
I walk astray,
ask for advice,
stare at the mirror,
or buy new clothes
just to be pretty or seduce you.
Even so, you ask
how I am doing
just to hear me to say,
without my afflicted air,
that everything is fine,
but you haven't perceived
that time has passed.

 

 

  

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