So weak.
I don't understand.
My mind is clear,
I know where I stand.
Logic and reasoning rule my world,
Yet I am too weak to follow.
I know what I should do; must do,
But i cannot defeat my greatest foe.
Fear. I recognize it's constraints.
I understand it and its origins,
But I cannot help deeming them insignificant on a universal scale.
And so it the cycle begins.
I begin to hate myself;
Hate my lack of self-control.
I hate others too,
For their weaknesses,
Which I see clearly and mock critically,
Reflect my own patheticness.
My mind cannot govern me,
I cannot help but be disgusted,
Must emotion so thoroughly rule my life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....................like Fred Babbin said, give it time Kath