Between the misery and the wealth of desolate oblivion / Entre la miseria y la riqueza del olvido desolado
Que es lo que veo: Un mendigo durmiendo en frente de una vitrina donde se ve lo contrario a su situación. Adentro se ve la opulencia con afiches de casa de ricos y yates lujoses y el reflejo de la gente pasando sin importarle nada solo pensando en sus cosas
What I see: A beggar sleeping in front of a display case where the opposite of his situation is seen. Inside you can see the opulence with posters of rich people's houses and luxurious yachts and the reflection of people passing by without caring about anything, just thinking about their things.
Lo que siento: es desolación y desesperanza en un mundo donde la opulencia y la miseria conviven con las personas pasando sin importarle las injusticias
What I feel: it is desolation and hopelessness in a world where opulence and misery coexist with people passing by without caring about injustices
Soñando recuerdos pasados de tiempos felices
encontrándome los recuerdos en una prisión eterna
recordándome los errores que me hundieron en la deshonra
veo los recuerdo vivos de mi vida iluminada y plena
lujos, con hermosas casas, yates y todo lo que desee
mas es solo un recuerdo cruel que viene a mi impío
llenado vidas de llantos, para en ese rio navegar feliz
pisando a cada paso vidas para yo poder subir
tanto sufrimiento ocasionado para solo mi gloria sentir
mas nunca entendí que sembraba mis llantos futuros sin fin
Tanto sufrimiento ocasionado solo atraje el mal en mi vida
Amigos que se acercaron eran hienas esperando tan viles
Tal como les había enseñado comer para ellos mismos surgir
Mi tumba que había creado con cada mal que realice
con tantos cuerpos destrozados atraje las hienas a mi
así la vida a mi a regresado cada lagrima y vida que lastime
reflejado en el vidrio de mi vida pasada pasa la gente sin ver
sin importarle mi llantos y mi sufrimientos desgastados
es mi castigo reflejo de lo que yo ocasione
Dreaming past memories of happy times
finding my memories in an eternal prison
reminding me of the mistakes that plunged me into disgrace
I see the living memories of my illuminated and full life
luxuries, with beautiful houses, yachts and everything you want
but it's just a cruel memory that comes to my wicked
filled lives with tears, to sail happily in that river
stepping on lives at every step so I can climb
so much suffering caused for only my glory to feel
but I never understood that I sowed my future tears without end
So much suffering caused I only attracted evil in my life
Friends who approached were hyenas waiting so vile
Just as he had taught them to eat for themselves to emerge
My grave that I had created with every evil I did
With so many broken bodies I attracted the hyenas to me
so life has returned to me every tear and life that hurt
reflected in the glass of my past life, people pass by without seeing
without caring about my cries and my worn-out sufferings
It is my punishment that reflects what I cause
Indeed the picture shows two different worlds, the opposites.
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