My form is like the world
Filled with different emotions
A form filled with war that is triggered by feelings
It's a darkness filled with hating desires
The darkness overpowers the good
The darkness becomes the good
The good is hidden within
Desires that brings sorrow
Desires that bring hate
Desires that bring tears
When man grows is only then he understands
The good that was always hidden inside
Begging to be noticed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The gradually passage from boyhood to adulthood makes an individual much more aware of the interrelatedness of reality. Consequently the good hidden inside begins to seek notice and recognition. A nice piece of poetry, do keep it up and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.