Don't be afraid of happiness and sadness
From the mind they derive
the very path to madness
Alone inside we hide
to bind our wounds of confusion
Open your tired eyes
and view the pretty sites of self delusion
Muster up whats left of you
try to find your own illusion
Where do you hide when the time comes
for life's final intrusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
muster up what's left of you, very fine, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.