Ought I not to hide beneath this rock
remaining still though barely safe
from all who mock and snide my worth
to cause this frown upon my head
So simple a man bereft of touch
who tugged the bell outside the gates
in search of love and closeness felt
but found superbia's vile embrace
Oh laughter meant as something true
would be divine to ears that bleed
from laser stares that fiercely burn
a hole into my emptiness
Alas I falter here alone
afraid to face what lies in wait
beyond the blindfold and restraints
I tied myself to save concern
Ney pity me not for I'm content
to wallow and to bide a while
afraid not I of loneliness
for solitude protects my pride
A brilliantly scribed masterpiece, just perfectly described with some serious depth and left me rather reeling.
Written when in a low state of mind and with no perceivable way out. Alone and left to rot with the only place to hide is beneath my rock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
come out from behind that rock and face tomorrow a good write