sometimes inside me some questions arise
for what am i manifested?
thinking deeply i then close my eyes
searching answers self's inside
why do i bliss
why do i cry
why do i eat
and why i excrete
what is pain
and so ease
what is thirst
and so quench
what could be the aspirin for my thirst of knowledge?
would it heal the lethal pain seething my veins
i don't know what speak's to me
but every time the same voice
makes me believe i am nothing
nor do i live
thought i think toughest
or turn the pages
those questions hits my head
insisting every answers i got is bullshit
but later now that voice has gone off
i know this has been a hell of tough
and sudden something bright flash
an answer knocked in my trash
neither is anything perfect
nor was it or it can be
but the struggle being.
must not be left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem