What happened to that old tradition?
Sadly forced into harsh submission.
I miss the days where it was all so clear,
Instead of so far, always so near
I miss it I need it the clarity,
It's so hard to find, the cunning rarity
It's driving me crazy, into deeper insanity
It feels like all is lost, o' where is the humanity
I beg I plead from someone to see,
Worry a little less about you and more about me,
Someone just to come and detect
That my mentality is truly wrecked.
My mind has flew south for the winter,
It's not just a small crack it's a giant splinter
It's a giant break, that's destroyed my cranium,
It's simply paper instead of titanium
My rock hard mind, shattered to dust,
Rescue is needed, it's now a must
As my mind is left there, turning to rust
It's not fair not right or even just
For this savior I have an insatiable lust
For here it feels like there's no one I can trust
To save me from myself, before even I look on in disgust.
So someone please just hear my plead
Come ride in on your noble steed
And proceed with the unspeakable deed
As I recede from this life as payment for my misdeed.
I shan't mislead
I do only secede.
That all, is what's guaranteed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem