If I become silent
and I build a shell in which I retire
I no longer exist for others
I don't talk to the desert anymore
nor with the tree to which I offer water
I begin to build a construction out of words
I will write
for people I haven't had time to meet
the words
are chained
in a poem with no title
filled with anger and sweat
they feel like lies
they were unrightfully marked
with the stigma of uselessness
just like from a deceptive mirage
here comes a title
just like a blessing
and the words
see the light
About the Creator
Mihai Brinas
Mihai is the author of five collections of poems. Invitation to Poetry, Alignment of Thoughts, Crossroads, Thoughts That Bring Us Closer, and Connections.
Mihai keeps on writing while still believing in the power of honesty and love.
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