It's times when I least expect to write
You draw emotions, tears in flight
Here I am, sitting day in and midnight
Hoping somehow to make things right
I'm as confused as any would be
Under circumstances regarding me
To write, to put things so simply
My mind on paper, my own decree
This is what I truly feel, listen close
I'm numb, living in a prison comatose
Your love is a drug, another dose
I needed to be clean when pain arose
Here I am sitting, back to a brick wall
Wind blowing, tears break and fall
I want to answer when I hear you call
But something grips, makes me stall
Deep breath, sigh after lonely sigh
I need this time to think, to get high
I know this is my doing, my living lie
But I hold myself as I cry and cry
I need help, but from my own hands
To look at me, where my love stands
So much I can't reach, so many demands
The hourglass rests on timeless sands
All I want is to make things right
I'm tired of running in childish fright
Looking through tired eyes in new light
But answers still slipping from my sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow...wow...summer....very nice again.....your write sooo very well with sooo much emotion......loved how everything just 'flowed'..... Brian