Sometimes my life feels somewhere between heaven and hell

Sometimes my life feels
somewhere between heaven and hell,
where I at times
fry like a palm tree in the sun
or like a pine
is frozen by the winter
and every time I yearn for the other side
and this is also how it is with my loving
and sometimes I wonder with whom and where
true love lies,
if I really want it
or rather want to stay lonely?

[Reference: Ein Fichtenbaum steht einsam by Heinrich Heine.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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