Wondering how life can be so full of peace
and on the other hand be so full of sorrow.
How do the two compliment each other while
tearing apart people in human nature?
Thinking all the time, behaving as if
nothing is wrong, yet knowing within, that
it is and I can't hold on to it much longer.
Living inside the poetry of interior life
and subconsciousness, letting it throw me
about on tidal waves in the storms of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem