a confined present
from a punishing past.
of a room filled with only I,
when I feel as if i am nothing at all,
and to be nothing is something,
anything that should be shared,
For we all see;
for we all are I;
though we are never blind;
we are only timid in sharing;
for we all are in disguise
and forget that we all have a connection,
its that we all have eyes.
I am only I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem shared! ! ! Thanks..........