To the point
when every friend is lost
poetry remain all alone
to regenerate and console
To the point
demonic monsters triumph temporarily
wrecked up blossoming psyche
Poetry remains all alone
to heal the tortured self
To the point
The will of barbarous attempts
to penetrate into my space
Poetry remains all alone
to transform and purify the intrusion
To the point
My will seems bulldozed,
chest pumped up in fear
Poetry remains all alone
to restore fighting will
and confidence to move on.
Sebastian Rodrigues
Friday, February 19, 2010
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beautiful poem
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