my life
it throbs
cut off from divine
It exists
till the urge persists
the energy is draining
I am sinking
Soon the day of melting
arrives in horses stumping
I am vanishing
my thoughts dissembling
slowly i cant realise
the crowd and its ways
passions erased by maturing years
sadness of impending insecurities bear
my identity I am loosing
I wake up and sleep chasing
dreams without stuff and spacing.................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine and bold......chasing the dreams...........one day that will come true....