I’m sitting here sometimes all alone
At midnight behind my computer
Writing, shedding my tears
Writing my dark poetry
Writing my cries for help
Waiting for a response
On my cry for help
it is as if i can hear your plea for help loudly. so practical- so near to life. beatiful
your poem turned on the light in my mind. it lets me know, for better or worst, i want to be around tomorrow to sling/post some more verse. and enjoy some of your work.
I really connected with your poem and I wish I could help you. -Lydia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear Melissa, it is really a beautiful poem depicting confession of a inquisitive mind of course creative.but one thing i would like to tell u that a creative mind, s product cannot be dark. it is always positve& transcended element.secondly if ever atall u cry for help, the power always within u. u are master of this universe for urself what u are searching for is always within u.carry on.