#Poetry:”Too Busy”.

They are all too busy,

to be right.

They are all too busy,

to say you were wrong.

They are all too busy,

to ignore you.

They are all too busy,

to say you deserve more.

And then they disappear.

And they are all

Too busy,

to ignore you,

to ignore your feelings,

to make them something small,

as your heart explodes.

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#Poetry:”Black Gold.”

This is the Engish version of this: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/22/poesiaoro-nero/

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Black gold,

we’re made ofgold,

but its so black,

we  can’t bring what we want, back.

Like petroleum,

black gold,

we’re corrupted,

we’re al lthe same,

onlyu when they wish it,

only when it’s convinient to them.

Or else, they put on you the blame,

it’s a shame,

and a big flame.

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#Poetry:”Pain”.

Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/20/poesiadolore/

In my life, I feel pain.

everyday, falls  like rain.

There so much,

when I have nothing left to gain,

so I hurt, feeling it into my brain.

Some freinds tell I shouldn’t,

“not worth it”, but they don’t understand.

I want to feel it, touch it, everywhere.

I want to know where I stand.

I just feel it.

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