Who am I?
I walk through life, a mirage in the mist.
Mind empty and gone- my own kind of bliss.
No sense of emotion,
No drive or devotion.
I cannot recall hours or days,
My memories are naught but a foggy haze.
A smile on my face- a lie to the world.
My hopes and my dreams are never to be unfurled.
I do what I’m told, I dance on demand.
No complaint or argument, just a shaking of hands.
My body- a prison, the key long thrown away.
A refuge in imagination is now where I stay.
What use is escape, the trouble and toil.
The challenges ahead insure my plans will be foiled.
In younger days I fought, I battled the bonds,
But time took its toll, my strength now long gone.
For me hope is lost, but you must fight through.
Your potential is great, the world is waiting for you.
Don’t give up hope, never lose faith.
Hear my plea, see my wraith.
Who am I? I am gone
But you,
You must live on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem