Walking somewhere I not know where
I stop and look all I see is darkness there
I take a step back
Look all around but alas no one is there I am alone
With a start I run my feet hit the ground with a thud
Run back to the life I have left behind
Like a dog who was once lost but has been found
Images intertwine inside my mind
I'm almost home I think to myself
Soon I picture that empty shelf
Our portraits used to be sitting there
On that shelf showing you the shell of my old self
The pictures they tell lies
Telling stories only I know the truth to
It's funny isn't it how we can look so happy
But the next minute it's the real us the lonely and unhappy us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder who could be the 'You' of this poem! 'It's funny isn't it how we can look so happy But the next minute it's the real us the lonely and unhappy us ' Sigh!