Spinning, spinning
Round and round
I feel myself
Fall to the ground
Falling, falling
Chased by sound
I feel it in me
Relentless pound
Crying, crying
I come unwound
I cry so loud
It should astound
Searching, searching
I’m never found
They can’t reach me
My soul is bound
Dying, dying
My demons howl
Until at last
My soul they drown
No other space to inform yiou, CONGRATS of that honour given by Poem Hunter And Editors
How eerie is this poem dear Vi, but well worded and captured 5 Stars! I wanna tell you here that you are chosen today as The Poet Of The Day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CONGRATULATIONS being chosen by Poem Hunter and Editors to be The Poet Of The Day! Hoorray!