I cry in strange agony
In pain
but my wails and sobs
don’t reach you
perhaps
they get lost in the hailstorm
in which I too shiver
aspiring for cover
for shelter;
my tears
cloud my vision
and I chase shadows instead
receiving barbs
and bearing humiliation.
Master
when you are there
supreme, divine,
and kind
why remains elusive
an innocent soul’s
salvation
baffles my mind.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my tears cloud my vision and I chase shadows instead........... Pathetically beautiful....while reading one can feel the pain in the words...