In this clever world
I ended playing my part
By breaking my heart
Into many pieces apart
For not being smart
Lost in this free world
Is my freedom of past
In hands of smart cast
For whom heart beats fast
To laugh in dark at last
Fearless in fearful world
Are my foolish four words
In this dark world of birds
I ended not even in third
But managed to be a nerd
In worthless worthy world
I'm now painting my paint
From my depths of dark ink
In search of my lost freedom
On this thirsty tip of my quill
amazing poem as always, I love your flow and i love the way your poems are so easy to read, and you make writing look and sound so easy and for that I say amazing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (10 and more)
In search of my lost freedom wonderful meditative poem 10+++++++++
a perfect piece of fitting that makes any thing real....you got the core of every life...... ready to surf the pain and joy receive what life may gives.... very beautiful piece of words, for us today....congratulation....God bless... a 10/10
The words u used in every line were very good and while reading could my heart could feel it.
In this worthless worthy world, the poet could find something worthy atlast. Well composed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cut of heart break go as deep as you want it to go and last as long as you want it to last. Sometimes some part of our mind takes perverse pleasure in the pain of heartbreak and likes to wallow in the mud of sorrow.......anyway a good write with good rhymes...