December 27, 1975
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
On Poetry
The words escaping from my lips Have seen the light of day before The apple of my love's delight Has never shown it's core. And as I read those words I wrote They seem to mean less now- For as I have more things to say I've just forgotten how. I'm all mixed up inside, you see Though I've said that too, I know And as I sit with turbulent mind My words find it hard to flow. I cannot say why I want to scream Or why I'm crying too. Or why I think I'll neve make sense To anyone else or you.
copyright 1999-2007 by Michael F. Nyiri
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