hurdles

i don’t have time to write everything.
my hours are not enough.

there’s no room for me to think.
the space is occupied with bricks and junks.

there are enigmas and labyrinths.
my words are sealed with bolts and nuts.

these lines are written in lowercase letters.
these lines are steady and true.

and the hurdles are not myths.
and the hurdles are not sweet.

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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