Counting Poem by Napolean Brin
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Counting
I am trying to live,
When could hardly breathe.
I have got broken knees,
But a long walk awaits.
Sun's and moon's light collides,
Still dark is everywhere.
In this shiny dawn,
Lightening is fear.
Mind is speeding like waves,
Neither storm, nor hope for calm.
Heart is left free,
Scared for it explodes.
Friday, December 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lost,poem
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This is about a lost life.
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4/18/2024 5:16:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful depiction of life at its lowest ebb, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Brin.