Cristian Marian Necula
Still... - Poem by Cristian Marian Necula
I sit and frown upon,
this picture before me.
My parents, my siblings
In a millieu now completely forgotten -
I miss them so much,
My foster brothers and sisters,
are dear to me, however...
they are but libels compared to
those sharing my flowing blood.
The anguish and grief severs me
from head to toe,
deep in my mind...
I keep telling myself,
that my stale heart has mended.
Yet it is not so..
How I wish it were so...
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