I feel tired, I feel bare,
I feel unusual, I feel guilt,
I’m filled with remorse,
There is this deep compunction in me.
I started thinking, thinking
While I watch the rain pour,
But I am distracted by happier thoughts
More dominant than the regret I feel.
But most likely I am affected,
Affected by trust, affected by losing it,
I watch my self tumble down into
Perplex thoughts and feelings.
I am trap, I am gone,
I am free, I am done,
I have fallen, I am broken,
I am new, I am open.
I am calm, I am negative,
I am happy, I am positive,
I am harsh, I’m confused,
I am kind, I’m unrefused.
I am masked, I am pained,
I am hopeful, I am vain,
I am worthy, I am clean,
I’m unworthy, I am mean.
I am just baffled by differences,
I am cloaked in sin,
I am drenched in happiness,
But I am masked by hurt.
And all these things,
Just keep on revolving,
And I let myself sag into more lies,
Yet more needs.
Intensely complexed, but purely simple too. You have alot going on here. Wow. More than most and all at the same time too, huh? This is a different kinda poem, but so well put. You write it like it is. Nice work. DC
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm very sure you're aware you are constantly making mastpieces (yup, emphasis on the pieceS) , but in case you don't, here I am saying YOU ARE, hehe I could only give an appraising thumbs-up, and I hope that would say everything -grins-. Keep writing! *thumbs-up*