Who knows the act of Godliness?
Whose name should I call?
These malignant eyes
of silence
Tares deep
through my heart
Stillness brings
A strange kinda lowness
And stings me
like a snake,
Sobbing brings upon
blinding darkness
My eyes
They are all worn out now
My soul is like a stone
Who knows the act of Godliness?
Whose name should I call?
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem