I'm sorry I'm paranoid,
I'm sorry I'm a bore.
I don't think that my ship
Ever sailed ashore.
Can I ever have another chance
To prove that I am sane?
Will you rescue me from the outside
Before I drown from all this rain?
I stand up, I fall down-
Help me make up my mind.
Life is a hardship;
I'm in a bind.
Save me from myself,
For destruction's sure to be-
Will you help me out kindness, or love-
A love that you have for me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt yearning to someone special. If it's fantasy excellent if real, then I hope your not too long in the rain my friend. Regards. Craig.