so cold,
so numb,
no feeling,
that's me
no talking,
not a sound
everyone quiet,
that's how i like it
i sit alone,
for my room is dark,
no one bugs me
yes total darkness and silence
then all os a sudden,
BOOM, CRASH,
i jump up to see
and to come out of the dark,
my eyes, oh my eyes,
the light burns them so
so bright,
to bright
i get used to the light,
i then see i'm not really.....
alone in this place,
people love me
so now i'm not..
so cold,
so numb,
i have feeling,
i don't dwell in the dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Veronica dark is good sometimes, light is good sometimes, a balance of the two is even better. Cool poemo Take care Roger