Why can't I live in the moment?
I keep searching for emotion that is profound in trivialities.
I read ahead or fall behind, either way missing the meaning.
My shore lays exposed, easily ravaged by the yawning sea,
being consumed by it, bite by bite.
I wear my mask, never letting my true self expose itself.
It is too fragile, too pathetic, too tragically flawed.
So I pretend to enjoy being torn to shreds.
A refined poetic imagination, Grace m. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we all wear a mask. Being in a human body requires that we relish the skin we are in. Maybe this is the torment of a captured soul...stuck within a body...filled with desire and a nervous system, makes us experience the world in such a vivid way, There is no option but to live in pain and sometimes to relish the ecstasy. Beautiful writing Grace. - Pam (Jette)