Corralling innermost sadness, trying to sort it out,
picturing the puzzle of it's imminent distraction,
touching this mind.
Settling into a quiet desperation, noting it's existence
with a well-known memory of it all.
Hoping to continue this poem in spite of it's sorrow,
lifting self through music, following a pathway of lilting
rhythms into another dimension far from the one sadness
resides in.
Looking around at all the beautiful sights of imagination,
walking gratefully through this fantasy I have created to
calm my sorrow and grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is mixed experiences of happiness and sorrow and good ideas on life in the poem that I experience and likes it better.