Maybe it's the wine, maybe it's the dessert
Maybe it's nothing. Can you taste the hurt?
There is so much beauty, thrown upon the table
Every soul is naked, a dark shadow cast upon us
My internal conflict resurrects sentiments of both love and hate
Notorious I am for lack of grit and sheer determination
I hold myself captivated with the most mundane of tasks
Random I am,
I am nothing
I am everything
I long for that sweet serenity which eternally eludes my grasp
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you set the scene perfectly.... good writing... I have a poem with the same title, yet this is very colourful.