I’ve got a twisted view of
Pain and passion
Intertwined among the
Masses. I believe in
Sky.
And sometimes the sky
Believes in me.
We are intimate, patient
Victims of over ambition.
Verbatum, rhubarb sayings
In broken phrases
She
Haunts my dreams, but
I still believe in
Sky
And sometimes the sky
Still believes in me.
We all have crutches.
We all have dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There seems to be an intruder in your poem...yet, again, I like the surprising adjunction of those two words...