Hey…
I am lost
in these alleys
of obscurity.
huge enough
to suck me in.
small enough
to abandon me.
My heart is trembling,
like a morning leaf.
Wet,
with a slight touch of insecurity.
Why does life
present its wholeness
with a mystical mystery?
Like some ancient corridors,
lit enough,
to reveal their darkness…
You are a fine imagist. Your last stanza is profound indeed. Kindest regards, Sandra
some wonderful imagery used in this fine write......artful.....10
touching verses with great imagery, nice simile and metaphors used...well expressed poem.........Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ur poems reflect maturity far beyond your age!