Weary,
Of adjusting to the box,
To Frequencies that will never match,
Ever wondered?
How it feels to belong,
Yet not belong?
Each breath is heavier
You don't float; you fight not to drown.
Yet hearing the talks,
which do not resonate,
even though it's a life phase,
it makes you want to escape.
Might fly once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry. Thanks for sharing. Loved it.