There's a burried truth beneath all the lies,
That fiction it blinds me as it stirs and unties.
Forward I go, but I still hold back,
I reach for my safety but I'm still intact.
I search for a reason but nothing prevails,
I try and I try but in the end I would fail.
I cling on to hope for the coming of tomorrow,
But still I would doubt and I'm left in my sorrow.
As I cross the street and I look down the floor,
I wonder again would I open the door.
I lose my balance as I wobble and slide,
I run back and forth as I flee and I hide.
I look for a way to try to move on,
But how can I do so, I keep holding on.
I need to know the reason so that I can feel,
So that this confusion would finally heal.
I don't know when this confusion would end,
But I know I'm sure that you're just my friend.
I should be contented, I should just accept,
Before I start thinking and misinterpret.
So I am now waiting for courage and time,
So I can be with ease and just move on fine.
Its a kind of enigma and you keep on believing someone will soon shower you with happiness and love.I love the rhyming scheme of this poem.Well done Nat!
Well Done, Natasha, You have the potential of becoming an excellent poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with all of them. You DO have the potential of becoming an excellent poet (not to mention you are one, hehe) . If this were 20 pages, with big fonts, I would be frustrated at the time I waste in turning a page. Hmm..it really is true..that as you grow older, you learn more..and you become wiser. I know you've become wiser, and I believe you'll know how to deal with things next time, heh heh. (Yes, there'll be a next time) . Smile!