The hot air from my mouth to warm up suits me My soul empty of all that surrounds me Despairs me a little longer on the streets where This continuous cold city without knowing my paradigm I feel as weak as the leaves of the season The fall with a single blow behold, my revolt Becomes useless, inappropriate, out of time trying Just one more time to feel good shovel company But these alternatives are ground drag my Body without raising the legs as if You drag a corpse can barely hear the taunts Society lost the city, visually No longer detect my way where only dazzles Two wells of disquiet emerge by which A shimmering light through two lenses Show me the landscape is breathtaking.
Thoughts of Jerôme Kaspovic
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
its about my self.the piont of view of another person.
Comments (1)
A shimmering light through two lenses" tells of new wisdom and intuition. good write.