<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>111</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The useless poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows that his poetry<br>Is a useless endeavor<br>As you put it, <br>There is no money for a poet, <br>Not even fame when he is alive<br>Or even dead, perhaps for some, <br>Whose lines are judged for greatness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>His poetry is nothing but a way of laundering<br>His emotions, <br>Not even read<br>Nobody really cared<br>How many nights did he spend to make a poem? <br>His heart bleeds<br>For more pain, his stomach acidifies for more<br>Harmful corrosive liquids rising to his brain<br>Through all his intestines and veins</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he goes groggy<br>Nauseous, <br>Till dawn breaks he makes his lines<br>Like a fool<br>He wants to stop and put an end to everything<br>He is suffering<br>He knows the end</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cannot refer to this poem<br>But to his life<br>He ends it<br>His poetry may live on some pages<br>But (again) not even read because nobody</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody really cared</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps someday when another useless poet<br>Comes accidentally along<br>Surfing<br>Or<br>Writes the same useless<br>Lines like the way he wrote his<br>By a slim chance<br>He shall then<br>Be read for once<br>Through this poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again<br>And again<br>Because in fact<br>There are many of them<br>More than you will expect<br>Rereading the useless poems<br>Still bleeding asking for care and even forgiveness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The vice of asking for attention<br>The uselessness of recognition) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another one reads it this time<br>It is, I will not mind, You</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483670" data-title="111 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="The useless poem He knows that his poetry Is a useless endeavor As you put it, There is no money for a poet, Not even fame when he is alive Or even dead, perhaps for some, Whose lines are judged for greatness His poetry is nothing but a way ..."></div> </div> </div>

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