Why do we hurt so,
What is the reason.
All the good works
Seem to be done with intention.
Are we ever spontaneous
Or is it all worked out,
Do we come with a lable
And shout all about it.
Is it good against fear,
Or me versus you.
Why are we hurt, what can we do
Why do we help, does it make us feel good.
Could it be, they relate
To both conflict and pride, and if out in the open
Will unleash the tide, till one finally looks
At the fears held inside.
Not to look at them all,
One at a time,
But to see what fear does
To the brain of mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
, , , at some pooint in life, , we always ask this question to ourselves, , , but then again, , this is a part of life, , , nice write, , ,