Poems

Inner Voices

Something bothers

from deep inside,

Teasing my senses

Squeezing my heart so tight,

With yearnings soaring high

The voice is down,

In this head of mine

Weird thoughts why roam?

The silent war is on

With the unseen, the unknown,

No chance of win

Of losing too

there’s ย none,

I am quite a fighter

And wish so to carry on,

Perhaps

For the sake of game

Or

the life itself,

I am moving on…

I am moving on. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Mann ๐Ÿ’“

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