The strangest life I have lived
Crawls across my skin
When I walk the earths form
I slowly take it in
I listened for an echo
From a mouth without time
I crossed a raging river
Just to ease my mind
I suffer in my silence
Collecting thoughts To share
I give them when I'm lonely
But I'm not sure I really care
Fought a mirror with an agenda
It was an opened ended script
I ripped it from the beginning
So I could smoke it in the end
Hi Ed yes life is strange and how u describe it is sublime and poetic with some abstract infusions brewed with wordings wow. In poem I admire quirky muses most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this I miss your imagination Ed, you were, one of the best writers on this website, hope your well wherever you are, still glad that you left us some of these treats to read