at night
what is that I hear outside?
heavy eyelids
and a slow thumping on my chest
eyes burning like hell
and dry lips and a sore throat
what is that I hear outside my window?
I am not scare of dying
we all are dying every second that passes
we are all dead
like the rock that goes in the water
and ripples go after the shore
I understand, I do
I pay attention while I rest my eyes
Where is my forehead
in my dreams?
I always ask that question, but
I don't hope for an answer really
some things
are what they are
while others aren't
what we expect them to be.
at times I wonder,
but then, suddenly,
I stop. I come back
up for air, and forget all about it.
Life is shrouded in misery yet we must forge ahead. Nice poem. Please review my poem 'Isthmus Of Pain And Joy'
Life is shrouded in misery yet we must forge ahead. Nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Lenny. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks