My mind is black and jumbled with thoughts
I just want to cry alone and not be caught
I dont feel like life is real
It's all make believe like one moment it will all disappear.
Why cant life be the way you want
You try and try but its all for naught
In life you try to trust
I feel that once again that has turned to dust
I feel the tears fall down my cheeks
I bow my head down where my tears fall to my feet.
Why do i do this to myself?
Frustration and anger is all i have felt
As i can see nothing has changed
It's to late the blackness came
That's why i feel the tears fall down my cheeks
And i bow my head down where my tears fall to my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The state of confusion is indeed very strange and can creep inside your mind and soul with so much power that you loose the visionary flow of your contemplations and disrrupt your paths......yet self assessment becomes mandatory in such situations to avoid the futuristic complexities.........10/10