Sometimes I wonder why I am.
Is it to pervade all thought with elusive tranquility?
Will the dialect of my being foster a change throughout?
The twilight train treading through the Temple
tears it's way into the deepest aspects of a false reality,
further obscuring the purity I never knew.
Sometimes I wonder why I am.
Broken shadows of my soul illuminate the figure in the mirror,
exposing little of what is known
and making it all that is.
Sometimes I wonder why I am.
These altered mindstates have inevitably deceived
the inconsistent imagery of my inner-sanctity,
blinding the mind's eye from any furthering sight.
'I've made a lot of mistakes in my mind, in my mind.'
Until departure from this temporary sense of self-illusion,
feelings will not know what to feel,
and wondering shall be my guide
toward immortal disorder.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
I wonder why I am.
Wow! This is nice 'stuff'! Very deep and 'me'...LOL. It's as if I wrote this myself BUT much better. Wonderful poem. Thank you. L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so deep. I really liked it. My friend is in love with it as well. You are such a great writer! ! Post some more of your poems. I'd LOVE to read them! peace! <3