Memories Iii Poem by Aida Santos

Memories Iii



I’ve lost the images
the ink from my pen dries up
in the wind, I look out the window:
metaphors elude me
I cannot capture them
I cannot write my poetry.
Words are all I have
flowing through the beta of my brain
gushing out like a rampaging river
voiceless in its anger.

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Aida Santos

Aida Santos

Manila, Philippines
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