If only I could write such words
As men whose hearts and minds were full
Of life's great prize,
Oh but alas, my eyes
Have been pulled o'er with wool.
If only I could see as they,
And feel the freshness of the breeze;
And soar and fly
Oh but alas, I
Cannot see the wood for trees.
If only I could plainly pour out
From my soul, what there exists;
Write, and be free
But no, you see
A veil is drawn just like a mist.
If only I could break the chains
And then unlock the heavy door;
Burst through and shout:
'I AM LET OUT'
I only wish it could be so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) lol feeling sorry for yourself. Seems like a bit of regret also.. good clear poem