trough the desert plans i walk
No home to call my own
Many a face i see
But all they see is just a body
No soul inside
No thinking mind
just a walking zombie they see,
reach and grab they do
as i watch from high above
All they see is a soulless mind less body they do
So I walk and I walk maany a face taken by me
but all they see is just a body
No soul inside
No thinking mind
just a piece of walking meat
they see...
they reach and grab all they like
as i watch from high above
screaming inside
my inner soul
my inner mind
waiting to be set free....
Good poem, just fix the 2 spelling errors on line 1 and 11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the repetition of lines. It's very bleak too. And very true.