Here I stand,
a little boy.
Scared by shade,
of shadow form.
Where's my mother?
I can not see.
Where's my father?
The older me.
I can remember,
the electronic touch….
At finger tip,
The lighting rush.
My father's close,
I see he's face.
Now he resides in the distance.
In another world….
In another place..
My mother looks,
she can not find.
Before I realise,
she fallen behind.
Here I float,
gravity lost.
My bothers lies.
They have no cost.
Material world.
Cause to hate.
Still I look,
He has no fate.
My sisters arms,
our natural bind.
The Twisted puzzle.
Of our heart filled minds.
She has her life.
That I despise
Here I watch.
as time fly's by.
Here I cry a lonely man.
Stained by tears.
Angry hands.
I look away,
at my life.
My selfish ways.
They cause such strife.
Before I die.
I glance again.
This damaged world.
Has to end.
Sometime…….
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem