Too late
to keep holding
on
It's time
to move
on
and let
the colors
flow
in and out
of my ears
and mouth
twisting
and swarming
over me
the worries lay
blanketing
my world
I am wrapped
in a tangle
of confusion
of anger
of sadness
I'm stuck
I can't get out
a twister of mistakes
is surrounding me
sucking up
all my air
I can't breath
I feel light
I float
upwards
towards heaven
towards happiness
I'm free
at last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written, Elmo. Ron