Lost being consumed
Confused not being found
Memories resumed
Without care feeling or frown
Thoughts of you
Scroll through my head
My persona seems blue
Wanting not to leave bed
As I lay and ponder
What I did wrong
I think of times fonder
And sing a song
Wishing my voice could
Sore through the sky
Pierced ears would
Be shouting who is this guy
Laying in my house
Drowned in tears
Slight squeaks as a mouse
Crumbled in fears
I must break free
Of this long hard hold
I need to be me
Strong and bold
Live my own life
With non other
Take days in strife
Without care or bother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the alliteration and repetition of words you use in this piece Adam, and the positive ending, all goes to make a good readable and rather poignant poem. Well written.