Surrounded by these craggy cliffs,
i feel so small.
So lost and forgotten
by all those who are.
Just these old open roads,
traffic; flashing headlights pass by,
the sadness of loss, tainting the air.
My eyes are weary,
and my head keeps pounding,
but all is well,
cuz its just me and these old open roads.
August 25,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness, despite the surrounding buzz, sometimes is a virtue to create more such verses. Well done.