Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Troubled Mind. Comments

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My wakeful hours seem infinite in their absolute momentary torment,
Seeking respite in the darkness of one’s obviously precipitous ill content,
Hour upon hour, minute upon minute, alone with a troubled mind,
Genuine gratified thoughts escape the possibility of ever being defined.
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Janelle Sheridan
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Edmund Calleja 14 December 2010

You tend to get discouraged by the length and form of the poem, but if you manage to go through it you are rewarded with eloquent verse. Well done

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