Since i am reading you
I am stuck
the words don't flow
and fight between them
those boxes of bees
are pleading for me
i don't gave you attention, is not?
but was the incredible noise
that surround me and stuns me
i can't hear your voice
in return, you are so lonely
My only sense is my vision
seeing you.fenced on this 6 walls
no air, breathless
and i can not accept
such a box full of dissonance
I have mine own
with windows and doors
built long ago
moving from owner to owner
and finally in my own hands
inside i placed my bones!
but my soul escaped
nothing is perfect
sprinkled like seed
in a chosen soil by the wind
I hope you comprehend!
I can not be complete
in a box
six-sided
and tweet!
We all put our own walls, some stronger then others. Cheers Good Poem
Around 6 closed wall, you nicely imagined that if we are locked by those life walls...i am sure there will be door and windows for us out from this concrete and strong walls...anywhere we go, we will find a way home! _Soul
Yes, Poet, when i finished that poem, i was exhausted! poems do that to me. And hurts so much. Thanks Poet.
in be seeded out of box and sent your soul free to that soil chosen by wind by will /nice to be dwelt by this motion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My soul escaped, nothing is perfect. good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.