Murari Sinha Poet Free verse

Talking to Myself

All day and all night,
I talk to myself.

Perhaps,
I talk a little too much.

When I stop talking,
there is so much hatred and fear all around,

so I light a little candle
somewhere inside myself.

I cannot change everyone,
nor can I stop
every fear.

All I can do
is take my own hand

and gently tell myself,

Come on, brother,
let’s be a little better friends.

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