is sadness an ambition?
have i come to bury it
and not to mourn it
remember i
the days i woke
to depressed
self of mine
little did i pity
now that i could not
pity
no more
needless to say
i felt more dead
than i was buried
or more buried
than i was dead
either way
i was breathless
i was walking dead
sad to say
i realized
my ways
in the shoes
of another i
viewed myself
with my eyes blurry
saying goodbye at the cemetery
Bursting with emotion. Holding onto to something that needs to be released. Excellent. Thank You
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written. This style appeals to me. I will read more. Thank you.