I am lying here,
Consumed by my own silence,
Silently praying that this gets easier.
But once again,
I want to take an easy way out.
Even if its just 4 a minute,
I want out.
Just for once,
Once in this life of mine,
I want to go.
Far away from my thoughts,
Far away from my insecurities,
Far away from the pain i have at heart.
Even for a minute,
I want to go,
To that place where my heart will be at peace.
I want out of the life i live,
To somewhere I'll be secure.
A place i don't have to get mad,
somewhere i don't have to keep frowning,
For my face already has wrinkles,
Not becoz am old,
But because i frown more than i smile.
I can hear the spirits calling,
Begging me to leave,
I am growing light in the head,
And my feet want to run,
Out of the life i live......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When reading this reminded me of mine called - Bitter Dungeons - The reference to wrinkles in this is interesting and perhaps premature. Adeline