I am afflicted with those memories,
sometimes, I'm glad that I have them,
sometimes, I feel cursed that they are me,
sometimes , I'm not sure how I feel,
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You talk about yourself, your life and your dreams in a very interesting way Its like I am sitting next to you listening. Your writing is clear as crystal and just as shining! Thank you for you wonderful poem
Life is like a wheel, it keeps moving and turning! Time and days pass by and keep changing, til one day we reach the end alone. Good thing we are afflicted with different lifestyles, feelings and thoughts; these what make life meaningful. Great write Barry. Thank for sharing.
Hey Barry... sometimes love is bad, sometimes good, and then again sometimes it's bad... fine write
I have heard, that when poets make love on a nylon carpet, they often end up with affliction burns. We're cursed, Barry, but that's what makes us special. Danny
Too much a shining affliction.I agree with Marvin Brato..life is like a wheel...nice write..kindly read my poem 'affliction' if time prmits.Thank you