In my vicarious illusion I perceive my demeanor as a veneer,
disguising an artful, loquacious Savant
But the true reality casts prisms of light, shadowed by the
insecurities of a life subjected to suffering, temptation,
hardship and pain
Finding the answer for this obscure life that tries my
endurance will not be easy
But without an attempt thru endeavor, and effort, to find the
source, and examine the hopeful possibilities for a
brighter tomorrow
I shall be forever cloaked in tribulation and amorphous
discomfort
Shall I not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem