Prayers' Despair

My first Triolet!

I light an incense stick to pray
The smoke spirals ascending slow
O I have nothing left to say
I dread my nights and dread my days
fly away with the smoke that sways
But there is nowhere left to go
I light an incense stick to pray
The smoke spirals ascending slow.

I turn this way I turn that way
There is forever left to go.

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