It is more than you and me can imagine
It is even difficult for any human to comprehend
Sometimes I just stare
Sometimes I wonder in tears
Sometimes I would want simply to shake off all my fears
But of all my attempts it seems there is nothing emerging
I have no evidence whether I am going or coming
Whether the doors of the mercies are opening or closing
I wonder if anyone is there listening to my petitions
Got a feeling that I am in my own region
Where no friend or family can come without hesitation
Even enemies seem to feel sorry for me
The sorrowful looks on everyone as they address me
Double their low grievous shacking voices as they talk about me
Speak books closed and open about my wellbeing
It is a miracle to them to see a grave moving
My name is already history
Sometimes I feel so deserted
Sometimes I come to understand that it is more difficult to be happy
Sometimes I feel that it is impossible to find someone who won’t hurt you
Sometimes I feel that it is better to stay with the one who hurts you especially if the hurt is worthwhile
For sometimes you cannot figure out how much hurt the next person will cause to you
It might be utter ruin or desolation or even extinction
Loads and loads of questions pile my mind to the brim
But chances of getting answers or even responses to them are so slim
My head whirls, twirls, reels and dance to an anonymous tune
Complex to me but funny to the onlookers like a cartoon
I am not dull but It seems I am not wise enough
Who else has ever lived such a life?
This is a kind of question that makes me laugh
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Of course I expect no one to answer this one without a hustle
If it happens to be there I hope it is not light from an oncoming locomotive
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 7:02 AM UTC
It is more than you and me can imagine
It is even difficult for any human to comprehend
Sometimes I just stare
Sometimes I wonder in tears
Sometimes I would want simply to shake off all my fears
But of all my attempts it seems there is nothing emerging
I have no evidence whether I am going or coming
Whether the doors of the mercies are opening or closing
I wonder if anyone is there listening to my petitions
Got a feeling that I am in my own region
Where no friend or family can come without hesitation
Even enemies seem to feel sorry for me
The sorrowful looks on everyone as they address me
Double their low grievous shacking voices as they talk about me
Speak books closed and open about my wellbeing
It is a miracle to them to see a grave moving
My name is already history
Sometimes I feel so deserted
Sometimes I come to understand that it is more difficult to be happy
Sometimes I feel that it is impossible to find someone who won’t hurt you
Sometimes I feel that it is better to stay with the one who hurts you especially if the hurt is worthwhile
For sometimes you cannot figure out how much hurt the next person will cause to you
It might be utter ruin or desolation or even extinction
Loads and loads of questions pile my mind to the brim
But chances of getting answers or even responses to them are so slim
My head whirls, twirls, reels and dance to an anonymous tune
Complex to me but funny to the onlookers like a cartoon
I am not dull but It seems I am not wise enough
Who else has ever lived such a life?
This is a kind of question that makes me laugh
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Of course I expect no one to answer this one without a hustle
If it happens to be there I hope it is not light from an oncoming locomotive
poet's view of his life