Coward
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Marieta Maglas
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I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings,
well constructed. I'm
a thinking form. I'm
the keeper of
my idea. I'm
in this cave of
my conscience. I'm
in the solitude of
self, where only
forming forms of dreams
coexist with me. I'm
in the shadow of
my form. I'm the keeper
of everything I am and
everything I have, but
I cannot fight against
this coward that lives
inside of me, when I
need to open this door
of self to throw out
everything is useless and
to save the meaning of
the things I have to keep.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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