Fragments
days of stress
even the psyche moans
of the existence of nightmares
within the soul
peace of the mind
got tired so so tired
and the sosl cried
but never heard by the ears
long shutted down
by emotions wailing
on the sands of times
and the dove wishes
not to fly on the wilderness
so much pains within
the troubled water
from the river of no return
there was a call for retribution
but the angels would not
care for anything
but wings broken
in the fragments of imagination
of this trouble man
and in madness he tried
to move about in
this world of unknown dreams.
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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