Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter.

Due to traveling couldn’t post yesterday’s poem till now.

I grasp the meaning and the pain.

Try to understand but can’t wrap it around my brain.

When did this become a game, when did you stop to gain?

There’s no picture in our broken frame.

Left in a corner to drive us insane.

Wondering how will we ever abstain.

The links are breaking from are now, small chain.

On the fast lane, won’t be long till we feign.

I grasp the meaning and the pain.

-M.A. Fernández

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