What was once full of colour,
Reflects back in black and white,
Little letters lodged away,
As if to be found some day,
We used to dream,
Time has disregarded me,
The only dreams left come with sleep.
Angry and miserable,
Dumbed down and synical,
Any sign of success were overly critical.
A little light,
Goes a long way.
Bitterness tears holes in the chair,
Signs of an angry young man,
Frustrated and lonely,
What might have been,
What should have come,
Dreams fade away,
Asleep in the chair alone with his chance to dream
A little light goes a long way................
Bitterness tears holes in the chair, Signs of an angry young man, Frustrated and lonely, What might have been, What should have come, Dreams fade away, Asleep in the chair alone with his chance to dream Love those lines.... Beautiful....
hay its me again lol...bet im the last person u wana get a comment from! im sure other people will comment soon. but reading this almost made me cry: (so sad, but beautifully written, wel done :)
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I would like to translate this poem
it's amazing what time and experiences can do to a person.. this poem is written with such truth and sadness.. the metaphors - 'bitterness tears holes in the chair' are perfectly put within this poem.. once again, great write craig