hang up the phone...
let the voices in my head die down.
outside it's raining in layers,
and the cat curls against the steps.
cars pass like ships on uncharted seas,
and we are no better.
each day a battle in a war no one wins...
you looked at me with sadness,
and something i almost remembered.
we sat at a table in the park with the dogs,
and watched a deer stamping and snorting.
now you lie asleep in front of the tv,
and i'm alone with my thoughts.
somewhere deep inside beneath the turmoil,
the flame still burns on a candle forgotten.
who and what are we, if not human?
why breathe if we cannot feel?
damn the storm, i'm not afraid of the darkness...
my feet curse softly and walk into the rain!
that was good.I liked it.I liked I'm alone with my though and turmoil.I can relate to this.Nice job! beth fairy77
who and what are we, if not human? why breathe if we cannot feel? Depth of despair is soften by the storm. The feet may run from sadness far away, the rain may have washed soul back to universal feel of love again. Or so I pray...Great poem, harsh questions, very real...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, sometimes it's hard to know who we are. the powers that be change the world so much we forget what and who we are.