How do you feel?
Is all this real?
I hate to talk and that is how,
I’ll feel the same tomorrow as I do now,
But the silence is killing me,
Longing and hoping to be set free,
I’d like to talk but just not now,
I sense tomorrow may be better somehow,
Been this way for far too long,
Just wish for one day, I could be strong,
I’m desperate to talk but cannot allow,
Another tomorrow to pass by now.
Sat in this room that’s full of shame,
A room of self-pity and of self-blame,
I want to talk but I don’t know how,
So I’ll feel tomorrow what I’m feeling now.
Hi Robert. very well put together piece and rhyming well all the way through. just as I like to read my poetry. thanks for a good read 10/10 Regards Dave T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good composition I really enjoy. Thanks for sharing.