I retreat into my mind
Alone in silence
Waiting for time
The waiting unfolds
Stumbling along the twisting paths
Of great renown
Here fear rises
Like the mists of a swamp
Denying solution
To the haunting questions
That plague my thoughts
I ask them in there
(My boon companions)
Hear, hear! (Hear me well)
Is distance and indifference
Outside the circle of forgiveness
Or is forgiveness,
Only a square
With duty and obligation
At every corner of connecting point
That morality has declared?
They laugh at me in there
(My boon companions)
'Experience' and 'Experience'
Both of them chatter:
''the dictates of the heart
Are always better...!
But if the heart,
From greatly indulged ignorance
Should continually suffer
Then habit, dear friend
Has sunk its pertinacious claws
Into the freedom of common sense''
It is no better
(This vague answer)
But perhaps it means
That The waiting
Must stumble a little further
A little deeper
Into the mind
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THE SECRET OPERA HOUSE
Thơ caTHE SECRET OPERA HOUSE is a poetry collection of meditative thoughts and simple rhymes; there are very long poems, short poems, dramatic poetry for drama or performance poetry, and free style essays. The poems all have either christian or romantic t...
