I am alone, I wait
Under my hairs of heir
For to make a decision
Should I move right or left
Left to the ardor of hope
Right to the weeping hollows
Parallel or vertical in circle
I am caught in a oval plane.
My watch is slow, I see
Around my land and people
I think to move from all
To the edge of death
I wish my time and clock
Be stolen and said
My child it's time up
Come, I am waiting for you.
This reads as an early work before you really got to grips with your punctuation, it is that which makes your poetry flow in other readings
a live dramatization before lord. you set a tone which tells clearly the mood.
in dilemma, confused, can't decide the decision to take at a point in time, reasoning death as the only solution, this is the exact condition 80% of humans found theirselves.......good work bro.
a poet like should never think to leave. you are pearl of poetry and you should go on.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think its the poets desire to remain in a state of happiness. A good work.