Vague dust settles in the humid desert
The afternoon has been long
I am tired and need some comfort
But with the clouds I do not belong
I have adapted to my lifestyle as a wild cat
Without time for excuses I kill my prey
I have survived the depression munching on rats
But as disgusted as any other, I try to break away
Sick of seeing the fortunate
Subtly watching their lies
In silent vengeance I long to snap and stake
But because it’s not in my nature to quickly pounce
I will simply have to wait
I scavenge for something different
And just hope to make a change
But as one I know I cannot defeat
The flock’s power in my way
Foresee the candle-lit future
Silently ease the process’s pain
I reach out to catch nirvana
As the darkness threatens to cut fate
So here I am as I used to be
Miserable, for I couldn’t succeed
This future is not what I wanted it to be
Frustrated, here I sleep
Unable to accept the past
That I could’ve pounced earlier then
The past is there
And this I fear
Its law of no return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem