Sometimes i feel like a broken toy,
Kind of lost in the middle of the way,
Only left with one eye,
Yet i still can see,
The light of the day,
shining everyday,
And i still can see,
the night.....
With it's darkness,
Blinding my sight,
I wish all of my memories were fake,
That way I wouldn't know,
what's night or what's day,
And maybe i'll be.
A happy broken toy,
Wandering free in the midlle of the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bit poignant but nicely penned. I hope u coment mine too.