This is how it is!
You look inside, yourself
And it's always a miss
All the analysis
Makes you sick!
You look out the window,
Picture this
Snakes,
More than you can list!
When, where
Did everything, go wrong?
In Heaven or in Hell,
No one was able to tell.
Snakes? Is that what you see, when you look outside? Oh, my friend, I'm glad I'm not sitting where you are!
A desperate plea for self understanding writ in the right place and with the right words; your poetic appropriateness always overshadows despair!
My experience, for what it is worth, is not to self analyse. An interesting poem Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looking at the mirror, we can see our flaws, allowing us to have good hearts toward others... A perceptive poem, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++