Thoughts emerge like never ending ripples
in a pool calm and clear
Messages try to reach me,
piercing my deaf ears.
Uneasiness inching into my soul and mind
Tired and cynical of the daily grind
Something there is that refuse to submit
But I got no form to it
I fear that I probably know
What is it to have ur soul erased
My whole being screams in self-contradiction
And the ordeal leaves me dazed
Looking back at my plight
I wonder iff I can redeem my rues
But there’s no mid way I can compromise with
For its black or white with no shades or hues
And I lie down gazing at the azure sky
White thoughts, dotting the wide expanse thruout
nothing to gain nothing to loose,
all I need is a change within & a change without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem