I see a young boy
eyes closed
fingertips searching
Pretending he knows not what he does.
I see a grown man
hidden by miles
poetry probing
Obscuring meaning with interpretation.
In darkest night, emotions reign
Come morning, reason rules again.
that is the question, great poem, and its always easier, in the dark or with your eyes closed to face emotions, stark reality in the daylight is uncomfortable
Good poem. Liked the last two lines in particular. Well written.Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked it. I liked that second to last line. Lylyanna