perilous
where i feel
i'm in.
here
i feel
no heaven
no hell.
in this world
everything
around
is meaningless.
i feel
i hoped
someone,
could
say a word,
the truth.
someone could say
where
all the hope and faith
is?
GOD
i pray
who's going to be born again
who's going to come out
of this place?
lonely
in this valley
waiting for the smell
of a friend.
where,
friends
are
strangers,
fools
are wise
there
i can't find
any border
i'm sick
but
who's wise?
GOD,
I need a brush
to paint
the emptiness
inside.
the heavenly power
to blow
to have faith
to struggle
for a new day.
to find meaning
faith and hope
for
this meaningless
my past and future.
Beautful line, God I need a brush to paint the emptiness inside, very poetic view of emptiness, Charlie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent, Tara. You're writing very well...