Sitting there
Thinking thoughts which aren't meant to be thought
Rain falling in the background
Blowing wind brews up coldness in the air
Music playing in the background
Not much help
With the pain felt
No warm, goosebumbs all over
Thoughts running here and there, to and fro
Saying 'Where are you? ' 'Why aren't you here? '
Awaiting patiently in the darkness
With the coldness, rain and music
Thoughts fill the room with unanswered questions
Who? Why? What? Where?
Nothing fills this emptyness
Just a void
A huge hole
Pain filling the back of the eyes
Headache kicks in
But thoughts still continue....
marvelous work my girl keep moving up the worlds your playground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's really a wonderful poem...because of the thoughts a man said to be as a man, if not, he will only be a creature with no thinking power. May I invite you to read one of my poems has this same title''thoughts''.