I often dream I'm falling asleep
Stepping stones,
Taking roads far too steep
I wish that day was more like night
Careless rustles,
Awake, forseen to gloom's delight
I sit and wonder, ponder truth
Sight sunken,
Curious tho, blessed youth
I think of things I wish I said
Stepping stones
I wished, I wasn't dead.
First poem on PH. Jack…Intense, sad, deep and good.Well written it awakens those senses it is supposed to.Keep writing.It will be good to read more….cheers geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Jack W. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.