They say the biggest distance
Between two people is misunderstanding
What if those two people are me
I fail to understand
My unhappiness
It sounds odd i know
Yet sometimes i feel lost
In my own being
Sometimes i feel like
A blunt knife in the hands of a butcher
Sometimes i feel like a hot knife
Slicing through butter
Sometimes i feel like a folded
Paper in a book
Sometimes i am a paper floating through
The air as winds stroke my being
I feel like a force works against me
In my happy moments
A sense of despair engulfs me
Strangely that feels like home
My being doesn't resist the feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good descriptive poem of one's own feelings to their life in general? .................well written.