Where to pick up the pieces of my life
Where to find my way
I look around only to find emptiness and hopeless dreams
Sorrow and anxiety, the perfect mix
I find myself waking up with nothing to gain but all to give
As the days go by I pray, but not to the gods but anyone who would listen
Someone to share my pain and sorrow
My insides feel like a frozen log reaching for the fire
Loosing its life only to time
The time that is falling away from me
Falling upwards it seems, but with my inability to jump
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time that is falling away from me, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.