Where is the gain from going through pain, what purpose does
any of it have, always living on the edge of it's precipice
long after going through it's intensity.
Feeling it touching and pulling sanity and well-being, gather-
ing wits about us and moving forward in depths of unrealized
dreams eventually.
Feelings opened up, taking in realms of an ordinary life, yet
being filled with extraordinary pain through it all, realizing
that life is going to be limited.
Yet, not knowing for how long it will be for each of us, carry-
ing on however we can, keeping busy, some people helping others
and then others doing nothing,
Just hurting and maiming innocent people through evil attitudes
and deeds, yet in the end every one of us will die no matter
what we've done while on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem