Games. Games of stone.
Mostly. Stone walls that cloud our vision.
Cloud my vision.
Mostly. Hide me from the world.
Hide me from them.
Mostly. Under this veil, this cloak.
Of happiness.
Mostly. Messages incommunicado. Unlearning.
Like barbed wire.
Mostly. Hiding what hides beneath.
Just a human.
Mostly. But monsters and anger.
Running away.
Mostly. I don't know. I don't.
Like I said.
Mostly.
Mostly me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your a good poet mostly: D