Disappointments I battle with every step as they come on to me as a tornado
Every misstep I take I curse myself for not getting it right
The sheer foolishness of it makes me try and give myself a kick
I try my best I keep telling me
But that’s no consolation for the wounded soul
I want what I want, neither less nor more it yells
The soul is the king always almost it confirms
I may take a right but left it is if that’s where it wants to go
It steers me from most storms as it goes
But I do get caught in one of life’s tornadoes
Spluttering, choking I try to get a foothold
But the fury of the things overwhelm me a whole
Life batters me throws me to the rocks
Battered ragged I almost lose it to the wormhole
A dolphin comes by to give me company in the empty sea
But the song of the soul drives it away as far as it can go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem