Loneliness makes the heart weak
It forgets who i am and what i am
I am besieged by blindness
The impossibility of hope becomes my reality
...Then i die before my death
As if life is stolen away from me
The taste of joy becomes bitter in my mouth
And the sweetness of sorrow excites my tounge
Don’t you see my death
Words are but words
Life and death have become the same
Everything is united like a clinched fist
Where ever i am in this awkward moment is not my place
My heart beats at the joy of life
It gives hope to those who see without looking
For only those who know choose to know
And sight is not a choice
These feelings of nothingness will forsake me soon
And i will return to my former glory
For in moments like these i get to be grateful of joy
And joy is a choice and i choose joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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