March 13, 1993
2:30 a.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Poem for a New Year 1993"
Poem for a new decade 3 years late... Everything is late nowadays...! The mind, which used to proclaim a certain bond with nature, a perverse universe of ruminations and eye popping elations Now feels only terminations with ecstatic feelings and thoughts sublime As I sit here naked to myself and to the world in an environment I don't feel I created I feel hated and cheated and I can't repeat it but the Poetry ceased to make sense to everyone who mattered Communication, a need to hasten I choke with a wordless emotion Everything came out wrong My mother, who used to call me her little genius My God, I even forgot her face A lot has happened since I wrote that I had felt the feelings Now my misgivings are bubbling to the surface. Do I feel love and am I happy or am I going to just EXPLODE one day. Who knows? Somewhere along the line everything I thought I knew and believed disappeared It's the 90's now and I don't even feel like this is my decade I don't even feel like this is my home I don't even feel like this is my life. 1993 3 months have gone by in an instant People sixteen years old seem to have a better grasp of the world than I do. I can't sleep I can't enjoy myself I'm choked again with that un-namable emotion And I haven't a notion Why I even exist anymore Life has played another of her cruel tricks.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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