Dimness clouds awareness
Concealing groping eyes
From registering any truth
That’s been smothered by it
What a miserable attempt
To have guilt ridden conscious
And ageless instinct
Be consoled by lies
With pleading desperation
Pursued by a fear
Only to silently surrender
To conjured images
Lost in a dazed trance
And hypnotic rhythm
Can we ever awaken
From the solitary comforts
Of our minds?
i'm sorry to say this..but this is not poetry there is no ryhme, you intended to choose hard words..so the language is not simple as its the main condition of poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry doesn't have to rhyme... poetry comes from a place in the heart that expresses deep awareness in the poet's mind and soul. Very nicely done and definitely deep. There are no rules in poetry... either it moves you or it doesn't.