Trouble Poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira

Trouble



Though it may not seem
For it is not willed to show
The whirl of trouble
Stormed in this mind

They are thoughts
Just like yours
But these thoughts
They run in circles
Took to extremes
Trying to run after something
Something they cannot find

And it pains me to have to see them
To have to listen to them
Day and night
24 hours
All week

These thoughts themselves are troubled
Turned to darkness through lit matters
I cannot explain it so one would understand
The urgent pain that is written into the daily routine
If shown a burden to heavy for you to carry

So here it is as words on paper
Many words on many different papers
Headlines
News papers
Rivers
Streams
Thoughts
Clouds
Be gone
Unknown to you now

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
stop revolving 24 June 2009

David Go and Netty my sister... think this womanis my WIFE..... I am sick... WHY YOU DO THING LIKE THISSSSS''...TO ME... CONGRATULATION FOR YOUR CREATIVITY COMING FROM DEMON... SALUT.... BOTH OF YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS SAD...

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Alandra Nicole Moreira

Alandra Nicole Moreira

Cabin John, Maryland
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