Keeping busy is a way to fill the space that gathers dust
Trying so hard not to remember annoying blunders of the past
Despite of my best efforts, bad feelings pass under the radar
Attacking my brain; immobilizing my body like a plaster cast
Each day it is a constant battle that always ends the same
The monotonous script replays with intermittent dull gashes
The dialogue has no voice of its own, it’s just me…I am all alone
It seems that I unconsciously keep stirring up the cold ashes
1/15/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Theresa I know exactly what you are saying excellent write 10