to that feel of turning full circle, left to wonder
The fog yonder encloses
The serene scene high above
Like a closed arena
I seem to have no escape
For my emotions somersault
into nothingness as I stare
for I am shortly to bade
It seems bid adieu for keeps
My inner urges spite my present state
Wrenching at my very core
Their existence without sleep that lulls
Peace eluding my calm exterior
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem