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Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Attacked By A Drunk


Perhaps it is futile
To even start
Amends
When all the while
Attacks impart,
Offends
Just watching
In my corner
With a smile beside
When will he be sober
Right now still
Drunk with Pride.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 27, 2012

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  • Dominic Rowland (7/2/2012 4:35:00 AM)

    When I read poems that makes use of simple diction, style and good story line I marvel at its creativeness. This I've come to know as the Genius brain of Cynthia. This piece is very good. Thats why you'll always be amongst my Favourite writers. (Report) Reply

  • Beth Johnson (6/30/2012 10:10:00 PM)

    Very brave subject and not easy to express.I liked futile and the leariness you display well.Nice piece friend :) (Report) Reply

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