You didn't see
perhaps no one did...
Slipping by silently as it turned
and entered.
You didn't feel
perhaps no one does,
While the silent stranger
within us resides.
That rosy glass
we all look through,
Always bends
and distorts our view.
There is no truth
if we can't see,
Our blindness
binds us visually.
But inside
dimentia waits.....
For soon,
it will be seen.
2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem