In this world I have no choice, but To be angry with everything and Everyone because everything and Everyone are angry with me and I don't know why! I am angry with myself because Myself is angry with me, I am very sad and I am swimming In a cup of water and my house Is a nasty tent somewhere, I live in abject poverty because I am a forgotten refugee somewhere, I have broken dreams and nasty Nightmares everywhere, I die a million of times everywhere Because I am suffering this ugly life, I am angry with everything and everyone And even with myself, so no one should Blame me for that anytime and anywhere.
No don't be angry with everything, look for light and happy moments and you will find them. Take care
You have a point. We are alone in a way and not alone in another. Our inner self is always there guiding or way provided we listen.
I know you are not with all your good poems and mine. I have read your poems and enjoy them. When you are angry, write a new poem or read my poems, pal
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Oh! I understand your frustrations, the craziness around you and our people. Your fellow poets fully understand, because we have a big heart, we want and love peace. But you are not alone my friend, as long as you are alive. Keep on writing and sharing your thoughts with us. We love you, we are with you, and you are not alone.