I had never felt so,
As if I wanted no friend or foe,
I had never felt so,
As if I had no joy or woe.
A feeling so numb,
To which I strangely succumb…
What do we call this?
Hopelessness or Saturation!
Delusion or satisfaction!
I need, nothing anymore,
Still, I cannot ignore.
I want something or I don’t,
It’s not a matter of capability but want.
I feel I can, but it stops me;
The thought of what I want to be.
I dream of being the true ‘me’
But how I become ‘that’, I don’t see!
I need nothing but to live my dream
And to be as joyous without a seam!
confusing but definitely interesting. 'delusion or satisfaction' two interesting things to put side by side, it makes me want to read it again, and figure out what it all means on a deeper level. its got to be good to make me want to do that :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Frantic. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.