This is why...
as my fingers numb
and all seems acidic
such a small world
with so much space
and little respect
for happily ever after
connections endless
denial.. endless
as my moon self righteously
reminds me of his God
like status
and how forgetful I am of it
Vision remains brilliant in the
sight of one who sees
but a true hearts request
will flow for evermore
into all who accept
those who know more
are endless
few know less
while hushed whispers
as to why
lay in hiding,
the dishes will still
need to be washed
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Deprivation of love and respect and also recognition from the fellow humans are common not to be minded at all and the world is for the courageous. A nice poem with such good meanings and anguish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rich in.realism. is it my turn to do the dishes?