A poet in the wilderness,
of a hundred searching souls;
lost among the voices,
yearning to be whole.
A dirge of certain sadness,
some prose of tortured minds;
shouting to the outside world,
the madness that it finds.
Writing tender ballads,
singing forth their song;
to the people of the rhyme,
that have suffered all the wrong.
No heart for suicide or death,
we all wallow in the mire;
tell of the unjustness,
of that, we never tire.
A poet in the wilderness,
it echoes in the wind;
of the turmoil and the hurt,
tragic things that never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem dave THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN