The Sphinx Cries Poem by Darlan M Cunha

The Sphinx Cries



Do you want to know a secret?
I am not satisfied with what I've heard
with what I see, but on the other hand
now I see a way out, yes, a way out
- and it made all the difference -
a brigde is an old symbology
but I'm still not satisfied (day after day)
I'm not happy with me, with us
or even with them - with nothing.

The Sphinx Cries
Thursday, October 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: psychology,society
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Darlan M Cunha

Darlan M Cunha

Medina, MG, Brazil
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