My dear problematic life
Do you have any door to escape
To the hills of mother earth
To a beautiful cascade
The world here is a parasite
It exploits everyone's soul
Until they die
Every person here has their own goals
But still, they walk aimlessly as a whole
My dear problematic life
Do you have any door
To the fields of velvet grass
To a shiny beach shore
Here people with perfection are elevated to the stars
And people with imperfections are treated like scars
The necessity to earn money replaces our values and norms
That's why nowadays children meet their parents in old age homes.
My dear problematic life
Do you have any door
To the beautiful heaven
Where god is answering
All of my questions.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Mine
PoetryCreativity has no boundaries, its a way to express yourself, what you create is a part of being the original you. I believe art and talent are beyond any rules and regulations, my poems are not perfect, they definitely lack some aspects but i adore...
