Just another shift
As I coast and drift
In my illusionary lift
My blood is black
My heart is stiff
Look back in time
Those cracks are mine
I'm the crooked line
And the rotten stench
Of sin and slime
Will I look in the mirror?
Will I see myself clearer?
Does truth have a deaf hearer?
So far away from it,
I hoped to be nearer
There's a question that's burning
As the fires keep churning
I hope to be learning:
What do you do,
When the monster is you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem. Liked the rhyme structure and the wording to it. Gets one thinking too. Good job. Sincerely, Connie Webb