What is our God?
Certainly, it is
The surface of things.
A face askew-
With crimson acne,
And no muscle mass,
Shall never be beautiful
In the blind eyes
Of society.
We are told
To walk with
Our head high-
By those who
Insult us.
We aren’t given
Much to be
Proud of
Today.
We can escape
Society only
By running
Into loneliness.
Yet even in this, we
Cannot Escape ourselves-
We may never
Escape judgment-
Even if we must
Be the one’s who give it.
Which is why
A poem is so
Important.
Cliche as it may be,
I lack the wisdom to
Explain it any another way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow your really very good! ! ! ! ! was wondering if you could check out some of my poems and comment on them, my personal favs are A soldiers heart, for get your pain and suffering, and, you are always here thanks so much