As human beings, not all there,
Pretending always that we care,
We really don't know what we want,
We come and go and always rant,
We experiment with torture, sex,
We don't know if we're great or wrecks,
Psychiatry is no great help,
A Mystery the Human Self.
Psychiatry is no great help, A Mystery the Human Self. May be poetry can be a great help to unravel this mystery. Nice poem,10/10
A mystery indeed Sandra - we are complex beings. Very well expressed. Good one.
Great poem. The human heart and mind are Indeed a mystery if we weren't there'd be no need of us poets. 10/10 BB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent work. Sets you to thinking.