Something Hard To Understand

I face the morning sun,
contemplating on something that’s
hard to understand.

The prayers have uttered
earnestly on bended knees.
Screaming, claiming all greater things.

Another hours passed,
my boldness has conceived.
I don’t cry for no serious reasons.

I’ve opened my normal mind
to the matters that complicate
this life and now.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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