in the corner i sit
the room dimly lit
i sit and stall
counting the bricks on the wall
wondering how it was all made
wondering if it is just an illusion waiting to fade
but i m wasting time
sitting and searching for the next best rhyme
i have many things to do
maybe a chore or two
but i do not wish to do anything
all i want to do is sit and sing
sing of the creation of the earth
discover what life is really worth
every morning and night
i sit in the corner snuggled and tight
and i always wonder
are we all the same, one another?
or are we a small part, in a big plan of divinity
and will we live for infinity
or is it all a scam
good or bad, should we even give a damn
but all i can do is wait and see
will my life be given back to me?
Once again another amazing poem. You're a very good poet, keep up the good work. I enjoy reading them.
I love the Depth of this and the amount it makes you think. You can visualize everything and feel all the things you say. I love your writting it's always amazing. Keep it up and take care
loved it and the rhymes im running out of words to say hehe 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When looked at a Christian context, its a whole nother level of beautiful. When looked at a purely humanitarian stand point, I think this is truly the question of generations... whether we admit it or not, all of us wonder... is there life after death? And even so, because I will never truly know, is it worth fighting for?