sometimes
I picture myself
with a gravel voice that
sounds like smoky air
and glance at the windows
with a lazy grin
that says
I’ve been there
but I lie with
my lazy smile
and its honesty
I crave
and sometimes
the clouds peel back
show a tired god
that stares
and stares
and the sun
still burns
and the world
still turns
and nothing will ever
change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this one Ben, a sort of acceptance of what one cannot change. A verification of life as it is. Delightful to read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX