I wish I had a brain
That would be a start
I wish I had more feelings
To feel my beating heart
I wish that I could know
That would be the beginning
I wish I could tell
My anguish only pulsing
Anguish, fear, sorrow, death
A possible beginning
For what is it worth
It was worth every second
Every breathing breath
Every pulse of my heart
Every breath of the wind
Every ray of light
The heavenly lights
Every moonlit night
My thoughts go on
3 rocks crushed to dust
36 pebbles blowing in the wind
stamped under foot, to grains of sand
unknown to the on coming man
blind my eyes, I can’t see
what now is becoming of me
my mind full of pain
the memories I have gained
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem