Personal Problems Poem by Mihai Brinas
Personal Problems
the memory
is wandering who knows where
fearing the truth
tearing itself away from me
fear is running
holding poetry in its arms
it is sneaking through a slit
melting into the light
something has been killed within me
while a murderer
is walking freely
something has been killed within me..... something that was not making you successful....so this crime is no crime i think
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5/4/2024 7:15:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful bit of verse nicely penned with clarity of thought and mind.