I divulge not deep into thought
As I ponder mystery I laugh at her
She bleeds pity
so writhes for more
As I am content in this
I slowly fall into disbelief
My own being is lost
My own nature distorted
Whatever 'idea' I possessed
that carried forth 'me'
Has long since fallen
To dust it has become
I am happy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this. I don't know if you are talking about your self or some one else...but either way it is a very well written poem. The words roll off the tounge. Lovely. And some what dark.