Incomprehensible and unconsolable
in the early hours of a morning
this restless soul looks out, beyond a window
to streets, lights and a sky above
to a world distraught with itself
every decision seems to become a battle
people become angered by opinion
I may well be upsetting many now
by my realisation of the obvious
the greater world, so open now
the great social media gathering
of minds, souls, idiots
we all know who shouts the loudest
and so dammed are those who think
who research and learn
what have we, will we all become
if beauty is art, and art truth
how should we draw this world
in a neon glare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel sometimes we are like falling laves floating in a river in full flood, and then deposited on a bank waiting to decay.. C'est la vie....