I've been looking in the past for so long
that I can't even recognize the present
don't even have an understanding of what the future may hold
I'm a lost man with no hints of being found
maybe if I cry, maybe if I scream loud enough
maybe I'll be heard, maybe
or maybe, just maybe it's already too late
already had my grave dug for me
six feet, damn that's deep
for a man who's only asleep but thought to be dead
hopefully in a safety coffin
to signal, once I awake from this slumber
maybe, just maybe someone can dig me out.
Nice poem dear, no matter how late it night seem, there must always b an iota of hope! ! ! ! i love the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again great elements in this art but still you lack the bring home effect needed for this art