Poem .007 and I Don't Know by Teresita Blanco

Poem .007
by Teresita Blanco
 

In one day’s work

We drill until fire;

Meanwhile, they lie

With their bellies

Of iron.

For them it’s a game,

For us it is pain.

They dare make gains, 

With the sweat 

Of our struggle!!

While some people gain;

Hundreds suffers.

 

I don’t know
by Teresita Blanco
 

I don’t know

Were to go

What to do

How to do 

Or were I am

Even welcome

All I know

Is the world

Is like a maze

But for now

My sense guide

the road toward

My lonely soul

That’s been tainted

Ever since

The truth emerged

I doubt my own

Beginning 

For I still don’t know 

Editor's Note: I sometimes get these fragmented poems. They are not much planned (then again, I never been much of a planner). 007 is not an arbitrary number. Rather, there have been others fragments before. This one seemed good enough to b a stand alone poem. The other one I just added it because I have making short blogs. It should give it a bit of length. 

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Description: Two Super Depressing Poems • About: These poems are about me and my struggle • Accountable Person: Fernando Blanco • Author: Teresita Blanco • Awards: None • Content Location: poems • Content Rating: 5 • Contributor: Fernando Blanco • Copyright Holder: Teresita Blanco • Copyright Year: 2012 • Creator: Teresita Blanco • Editor: Fernando Blanco • Genre: Sad • Headline: Poem .007 and I Don't Know by Teresita Blanco • Keywords: 5 senses, fire, fragment, game, knowledge, lack, length, lies, lonely, maze, original, own, Pain, poems, spirit, suffering, sweat, taint, teresita blanco, work,  • Mentions: NA • Provider: Me • Publisher: Phi Stars • Publishing Principles: Teresita Blanco • Source Organization: Phi Stars • Version: 7 • Item Reviewed: Poems • Review Rating: 5 •