Yet

He
tortures himself
with the thoughts

of
countless stones
punishing him.

The
vivid flogging of
barbed wires on

his
bare skin cannot
stop to play in

his
mind.
He lures himself

to
sleep but the
power of imagination

is
too strong like a
9-intensity earthquake.

Yet
he polishes the art of
optimism and succeeds.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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9 Responses to Yet

  1. jericmasters says:

    very nice πŸ™‚

  2. Jahnavi Chintakunta says:

    Nice poem!

  3. Casually,A says:

    I know excatly what it feels like ..i hear you or the person in the poem

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