Everything you do has its shadow
Everytime you are untrue to yourself
you die a little
In life
death comes in small doses
Leonard
There have been times when I
smiled
while the bile inside me
burnt;
laughed
while every muscle in my face
ached;
spoke
while every word I uttered
stuck to my palate;
was polite and said nice things to people
that had the ring
of a funeral drum;
died
while all the time
I should have been living
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your opening reflections are worthy to be included in the 'Quote Garden'. This wisdom had its genesis in a true poet's soul. You give yourself away in words so very effectively. I can only add, 'Encore' Warmest regards, Sandra