There's something in us
Doesn't want to win,
Something doesn't wish to live,
Wants to throw the towel in early;
Something with nothing left to give.
There's something that’s much darker,
That we hide from light of day;
We never mention it in prayers,
And though it remain, invisibly-
We still see, in other's stares..
Very true. There always seems to be 'something' dark at work, against the human soul. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just read this again, nearly two years latter, and I still love it. What a dandy this poem is to me.