Stings I feel,
They come and they go,
Like heels walking on my chest,
Pain it is...
Why do they come?
I feel sorrow and confusion,
I don´t know what to do,
The sky is turning black,
I´m afraid
What´s my purpose?
Why am I here?
What´s joy?
What´s life?
Something is grabbing me...
it´s holding me back
'Let me go', I say
The Sun is rising,
I feel...
- Enlighten
You feel enlightened was a good way to end this piece, I enjoyed, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this piece for it asks the same question I spend hours contemplating on myself! Which is why am I here? What is my purpose? Unfortunately I'm still working on finding my true enlightenment! Bût I love how you ended the poem with that glimpse of it! ! ! ! ! !