the true concept
of hell is... distance!
we burn the bridge
with fingers that grasp!
not knowing,
we will never be free at death,
unless we let go in this life!
when the sun rises at dawn,
there is light...
sadly, we spend most
of our mornings and evenings,
still waiting on the sun to rise!
distance...
the illusion of me and mine,
that falls short of, 'i am'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem