These falling fears and spins of fate
frequently of thoughts awake
and questions fall like frozen hail
Pelting the mind with furious hell
and finding in some dark recess
Answers to this forgive-less quest
For these thoughts- they make no sense
And these fragments moments to be sure
Seem so foreign, to be sure
Who is this in this place?
With features fair-
That awakens fears of favor found
And questions! What more?
These questions, these fears
Fervent driving mad, making fears restore
What is it about fate
That makes us so elate to forbidden fruit
And so fear the feeling of truest joy?
Finding expectations of others and falling short
Fearing your own feelings of what fate drives you toward
How can joy be wrong when only fear keeps you from it's find?
Perhaps these thoughts draw from a fragility of mind?
Yet perhaps they're right- and the world has made us blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the world has made us blind, good one, thanks, ,