Our minds don't stop,
They tread a perpetual treadmill
Un-ordinary tragedies crowd out
Other emotions
Like hope or light fading
In bitter interaction...mutual attraction
Conversations that will never cease
Stories unwind
While we lie between sheets
Anxious, prostrate
Because we aren't what we want
To be
And we will never be.
What we want to be
Tragedies in brooding nights.
Hovering...a figure
Stands stoically in the doorway
Staring, standing
He's not real...
But we must keep our eyes closed
And fool ourselves
Because we fear fatigue
And tomorrow
:) its right and happened to all of people who are in creative spaces, either an artist or scientist..when mind is busy with things we love thats how make us special in our own way :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Like hope or light fading In bitter interaction...mutual attraction Conversations that will never cease Stories unwind While we lie between sheets so true dear poet.. how many sleepless nights. mind full of thought.. the creative talent........you have sensed really the mind of poets.. thank you dear poet. tony