The words just come to my brain
And get away
I'm just laying down and gazing to the ceiling
I can not show my feeling
I've got lost in the words
Can't write them whole
As if in my brain
There is a big hole
Still be in the hallucination
It's out of my imagination
Lost in the books
And think the existence is a big joke
Reading the books written by Kafka
Cause me a real neusea
The sun is getting down
The night is getting overwhelmed
My mind is full of empty
My eyes see nothing
My heart is cold
For the love that i sold
No one knows the turbulance in my brain
No one knows the silence in my head
All, I have written are invain
Yes, I am insane
In my thought, i think i am the king
That's right but the king of nothing
this is written with much flair..i appreciate the musical verses
No one knows the turbulence in my brain..... At times we quake with such turbulence which no one can guess! But such moments will pass away! Reading Kafka can only heighten our existential angst! So on moments when we are down, read something inspiring and cheerful! A powerful write!
i especially like: My mind is full of empty it is such an odd thing to say.......unless you are delirious. very interesting poem. thanks for sharing.
What the mind thinks its true- is true to you. I felt that darkness inside of me when I read this poem. But it felt good. It meant something. How come you always now how to say what people think) : D Amazing gift!
Out of deep depression arise the power of words. Good poem Nader.
There is like an invisible border when we feel depressed...and the freedom feelings also feel like there is horizon around...i feel both of theses when i read your poem, this poem....i like it, it linked to everybody i guess...a good write Nader_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. The mixture of confession and an inner feelings. Good job.