He who speaks but not spoken to,
no one sees the lies but only
through his reflecting eyes
do they see what they see
until vision is given
transparency.
Then reveals a past running fast
as fate weighs the sinner down
on the mask that refuses to frown
but listens to the soft-spoken sound
while falling to the ground
when all he can do is survive
within the without, striving to thrive.
But then he discovers doubting
the doubt and lifts the shroud,
but when the cloud obscures
his eyes do scream aloud,
but all he can do is sing
while his eyes are still proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem