April 28, 1983 9:45 p.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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"feel a cry"

Outside I paint the walls,
But the brush bristles don't bend much
Outside I close doors
And if I may listen no one will know

Outside it's raining 
		and cold
But inside is where I'll be wet
I can suffer sorrow moan and sigh
And I feel as if I can feel a cry.

Outside I put up the shingles
But the nails are bent and rusty
Outside I cynicise
And if I care I won't let you know.

Outside the wind blows
		and the limbs shake
But inside I may shake e'en more
I can cover fate's blessing, hard as I try
I feel as if I can feel a cry.

Outside is how I wish to be seen
And inside my heart is a shadow
Outside the pickings are rather lean
And close up the book for tomorrow.

1983

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