Someone should come to my aid
I don't know if am sick or hallucinating
Am I going the right path
Or am I devising from that pure light
Is it just a face
Or is my mind playing mace with me
Each looks rips my heart into two
I know nobody will understand how I feel
Am not ready to fall for this
But it seems like am on chain
I do not feel pain
But what I feel, I fear
This is not about being disciplined
Or having self control, for these virtues are at meet with me
But yet I can't seem to stop this raging inferno
I am stuck like a glue to this wall of illusion
I fear to accept the truth
But it just appears am deceiving myself
For it is clearly written on my heart
Whenever I gaze on this face
I don't want to reflect on my feelings
But it's consuming me
They say lighting never strikes twice at the same spot
But to be sincere, am always struck numb whenever this face appears in view
I deceive myself by saying
Don't look, don't think
But all I see with my mind's eye
Is this face
Am I going nuts?
Is this the nature my tutor speaks of
Please somebody, anybody
Help me from this dilemma
I don't want to die young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we jump off a cliff, the touching down might be painful, but the flight is wonderful. If our thoughts are all the time with the touching down, we will not enjoy the flight. Grandmother Willow said to Pocahontes: follow your heart.