A peaceful view from the balcony
Silence speaks a gentle tone
Honesty stands beside the mind
With no negative news, just soft tunes
Caressed by the morning breeze
Of the sunrise
With no right hand
To mislead the mind and direct
The heart to the edge of the cliff
So the left can lend a hand
On the last step with a push start
Separation now final post and dramatic
Are no longer together
Ending stresses reign with the help
Of the knights of rest
well, i always have this stress about my life that the things that i and (us) suppose won't happened. i think the only nice thing in the today's lives is love and humanity. we need a gallant person with a nice tact in behavior. well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like most disorders, psychiatric or otherwise, they come in varying degrees. PTSD can be crippling in the extreme, troublesome perhaps in its lesser manifestations. Interesting write.