Stefan Belan Poems

Voices in my head,
Whispering of things ahead.
Worries, stress and expectations,
Leave no room to recreation.
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Black is everything,
Yet nothing.

Black is absence,
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Ashes.
Proof of something that used to be.
Now, just a memory.
Fading from this world in painful agony.
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Bad, good, right, wrong.
We are taught to think of one for all.
Perception, judgement, opinion, thought,
In their minds ideas fought.
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In the mist of the night,
The wolf is howling.
Its partner is gone;
His love is no more.
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I saw it and I said to me why,
Should I not make a try.
A challenge came by,
My mind started to fly.
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You know,
That you want to know,
But you don't know,
What you want to know;
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The world is decaying
It ages too fast.
Aging from stress,
Influenced by past,
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