‘The Other’

What is hiding behind an empty tear?

What is hiding behind it?

Behind the curtain of dark hair

Behind the eyes that seem to repel

The feeling buried in the heart somewhere?

What memories bother this mind,

This soul which you find

So unfriendly and not worth your might?

Is he a hidden rebel

Fighting against the world

Which doesn’t want to accept him?

Or is he a sensitive soul

Lost in the universe

Between all the world’s evil?

Too weak,

Is he too weak?

Or are we?

Are we too weak,

Too self – centered,

Too egoistic

To spend some of our precious time

And get to know the other person?

‘The Life’s Road’

hole in her eyes

heavy stones

watching mountains

from behind

 

steep slopes

raining tears and sweat

he’s strong

he’s the man

 

gentle whispers

calling for understanding

none

no heart like this one

 

careless moments

memories never recalled

she wants to feel her blood

dropping onto the path

 

a motionless desert

heat radiating

no water left

for the lonely shepherd

 

shapeless figures

emotions unfigured

stop thinking

go on

 

the road ahead

signs misread

walking into the ocean

of dreams so passionate

 

poisoned with knowing

and sounds of steel

beaten, still he gets up

his mindset unchanged

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I’d like to thank for the following award from Thursday Poets Rally Week 72:

I nominate paperplane project!