When tolerance reaches saturation,
we beg before God for concession.
Growing troubles bring frustration,
and we lose our mental condition.
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Lost in my world being silent, uttering a word will award punishment. Do we call this an adjustment? Or this needs a decision prudent. Struggles, worries, thinking, trying to philosophize in given situations, trying to find a solution..... so much is in your poem. you are great. i am always astound with the word ending of the stanzas...... wow.. tony
Thank you so much Sir for giving time to read my poems and commenting on it...
A motivational piece of work! Liked the underlying philosophy of this beautiful poem!
it was not a good poem