Can my mind be embarrassed
From running its repetitive frames?
Sometimes a picture from the past
Sometimes an image without a name
So my mind was shaped years ago
It took longer to know what to keep
And what to let go. Awake, I control it
But I can't help what visits in my sleep.
It's taken the innocent and maimed
Their image in memory into playthings
It's toyed with what makes them human
And created curses out of their blessings
A wild beast I've tried to tame for years
Yet both betray me and I'm back in a forest
It's night time and vision doesn't allow
Me to see the turbulence in others I offset
My mind gets what all humans get: capsules of ideas
It tries to make sense of what it all means
It changes what needs to change when needed
Sometimes it requires changing actual scenes
And make humans more motion picture like
It may fancy romance or revenge
There's always a present it can't change
There's always a past it must avenge
At times my mind sees them and wants to apologize
It can see the regret filling their eyeballs
Can they see me as I question my mind
Can they know that I know how grace falls?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're Human Ragy...but I love the way you expressed all those emotions with rhyme.