It hurts.
Feeling deserted.
Yet with a mind that continues to grow.
And no one around to expose this experience.
It hurts.
To understand and comprehend what others do not.
To feel as if a patience kept many have long stopped.
To see and witness confusion connected to lack of thought...
Is no fun when emotions are caught in sensitivity.
It hurts.
When this is focused!
But then again...
One who chooses to focus,
Can also make the choice to unfocus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem