A clutter, typically meaningless
Optimism is filled with bleakness
One more help, much less sense
One more help, makes more sense
I am trapped in this web of insanity
Where everything points to vanity
Hope peaks at the height of maturity
Less so, I am stuck onto gravity
One more help, much less sense
One more help, makes more sense
Fear has imprisoned me
Uncertainty has broken free
Every choice is but a risk
And my fears rather brisk
Doth clump upon a disc
One more help, much less sense
One more help, makes more sense
Write comment. Great start, Tawiah. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
I am trapped in this web of insanity Where everything points to vanity.. fear, every choice is a risk... very nice poem.. a reality that we all face.... thank you dear poet for this poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rendition of words in verse with rhythmic splendour. A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.