Bad luck
to meet a human specimen
escaped from the darkness of a fractured mind
the toad
came out of the swamp of a genetic incident
he breaks his neck when he looks at me
he doesn't break his mind because he doesn't have it
he has only one wish
to tattoo my name on his chest
restlessness
is notching a lost sigh
in the loneliness of a whisper
I am a wild prisoner
hanging
like a legend
I still have my luck left
which I am keeping hidden
in an abandoned place
with my look in the desert
and my voice returned from its way
I accept to
exchange prisoners
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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