Only few dare to see
the darkness of day,
when the sun shines
up in the sky.
But I am in search
of place, where
people may live
without ambition or mate.
My inflated senses are
obsessed with conceits
SHE yield
from the psychosis.
I pray thy blindness O heart,
better go and catch some Zs.
the pangs of spotlight
is not for you.
Welpenned. Excellent presentation. Enjoyable and thoughtful...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting fusion of both psychosis and existential philosophy... A well thought poem.. Thank you xelam...