And still sad

Vladimir Huber > Poems > And still sad

Atlantic City, NJ, Feb. 23, 1972

And still sad

By Vladimir Huber

The feeling was good;
the man was peaceful.
Something was wrong in him.
Something, that it didn’t necessarily
belong to him;
but it was in him,
very deeply attached
to the inner parts.

It was the chain,
that awareness brought to him.
He saw beauty,
so, he couldn’t miss the ugliness around.
It’s the echo of what the fall
of the eye-patch sounds like.
He tried to turn away,
from those who didn’t know
what sunshine was,
and the pain turned into shame.