I sit on a rock in the middle of a raging stream,
Peaceful, unafraid, nor desiring of more.
From afar I hear a call
'Are you alright?
Keep still help is on its way'
Help! Do I need help?
Why are they calling me?
They don’t even ask if I need help.
They just rush to my side and pull me in.
I don’t want to leave my serenity
They just drag me into the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i feel like i have found a secret book filled with poems i can totally relate to! (its secret and hidden because no one else has commented on all these great pieces! !)