In small circles, I feel no pain
The magic flows, imbues my brain
Turns my focus to the sky
I
Shall remain
Puerile dreams that drive the train
Deplete themselves by grain by grain
Wish me peace, a brief goodbye
I
Board again
And to these worlds I touch the rain
That falls upon this soul and stains
Does it rain or do I cry
I
Reach and strain
For dreams are driving me insane
Beyond my reach they shall remain
And as the numb becomes this nigh
I
Feel no pain
I used to liken it to keeping ones eyes firmly fixed on the grey paving stones, excellent poem. L
Hello Allan, Thank you for your kind comments. I am, however, a male! KAV
Kelly i dont read many poetry book's, i think you are a young lady who loves her poetry, that can be a good thing, i hope you dont take me as one of my charactor's in my poem's, i am a man who loves to laugh, also to make other people laugh, i love to make them feel what i am feeling when i write i want them to be there with me, when i write some of my work is true I dont tell the people which is true, you love to be happy regard's AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way this flows - when heard in a man's voice, it makes me think of a soldier going off to war, and that makes me think of my Uncle. This poem has such a strong voice, trying not to falter, but still feeling a bit lost. This is a wonderful poem. -L.C.