Wondering about and wandering in my mind,
I really wanted to write few of lines,
without a plan without thought i move,
Ahead on a path that i believe will lead.
Nowhere the unnamed is all i know,
From self made worries to happiness,
That i could only create i know,
Believing that the reality was harsh,
The pain that had made flow with rhymes,
didnt wanna come i know that i know,
The way i am is more than whats happening,
lost my poet, dont know who i am now.
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The pain that had made flow with rhymes, didnt wanna come i know that i know, The way i am is more than whats happening, lost my poet, dont know who i am now. dissillusionment, , , , , , , illusion, reality. pain of a loss. but with the hope the poetic muse will surely come back. thank you dear poet. tony