Ever thought it all out.
Can you see what’s it all about?
Do you really know where you stand?
Look towards the moon…
See the bright white light…
Such an illusion, the face on the surface…
You’re free falling into the deep abyss.
Lost nights…
You can’t even remember…
Maybe it was clouded…
By all those drunken stupors…
Of things said with no consequences…
Leaving what should have been regret.
Only feeling the haze of fogged thought.
Remembrance lost…
Pushed by life into a wall of indecision…
Where would I be now?
Would I have spoken the unspoken words?
Would I have hid my heart?
So no one could see…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Job! i love how you get deep into thought