I have sneaked... into the silent cacophony of my mind: the impalpable cog of the congenial invisible that appears to have housed my being... hard to be excited over the moon when darkness fails to betray nature; the mirror gives no exact reflection... Wrong is inherent in being right, perhaps wisdom emanates from a tinge of reason such as heaping the coals on the stream of tears for cleansing the eyes of dirt. How do we judge a wrong when a right is wrong? My soul attenuates the cadence of my mind when no reason seems to march my failure and success; but when my soul marches the gall of my spirit, my mind fails to carry the weight of my weary flesh and bones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice piece the title is an eye catcher good job