belief a picture
painted true as
a clear color
in a masterpiece
of selfish denial
trying to keep
the ball rolling
despite its resistance
its reluctance
promoting itself higher
than its suppose to be
hating itself with
due respect its slickness
and itself
gliding upon
a form of despair
displaying itself
openly
to the coldness
of deadly eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem