Tears of Gabriel
Loneliness invades the laughter
-the sketched mask of hypocrisy
To hide the tears; the sorrow and pain
Of nay but the design of mockery
Solitude –the unwanted guest
Of the man face’s of the naked truth
Loosing his name, his reason; a laid waist
Seems death of will soon to veil his aught
The perpetual silence –the unholy cure
-the rage of heart; ghost from the past
He is the man –consumed, left unsure
-the wrath of thought; to fate he was tossed
Man of bearing –the image of discipline
Yet an angel without a wing that of heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem