As I lay here in stillness,
letting the sound of my mp3 wash over me,
I cant help but to relax.
The sound of the music washing over me.
healing me.
Helping me forget.
Calming really,
Slowly washing away my regrets.
I had, depressing me,
A mind full of bittersweet memories.
That burn me, day by day.
But now I lye still,
and let the healing music wash them away.
As I dread on the choices I have made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem