In the world of black and white,
to which I find myself within,
enjoyment is but a distraction,
pleasure its by-product.
And I fear to say, that I long for
colour, if I've ever known it, yet
when I aim to see, I am blinded,
in brutal pain, all that's found is
meaningless chaos.
'enjoyment is but a distraction, pleasure its by-product. And I fear to say, that I long for colour, if I've ever known it, yet when I aim to see, I am blinded, ' loved the whole poem especially these wonderful unique lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very lovely poem, I like the flow thanks for sharing sir.