Sometimes,
What stares back,
Isn’t clear.
Fog,
Clouds the mind.
I try to see beauty,
But unfelt pain,
Sprinkles bitterness.
Hate,
Lashes out,
At love.
Life circles,
Refuse to close.
Emotional holes,
Won’t fill.
Not mine.
Not yours.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Sometimes,
What stares back,
Isn’t clear.
Fog,
Clouds the mind.
I try to see beauty,
But unfelt pain,
Sprinkles bitterness.
Hate,
Lashes out,
At love.
Life circles,
Refuse to close.
Emotional holes,
Won’t fill.
Not mine.
Not yours.