I want to retreat
physically and emotionally
just escape down
some unknown backstreet
Too much noise
disturbs my poise
the world around
too fast paced, much sound
and I am trapped in the midst.
Dizzy and deranged
tired and painfully chained
Let go off my hand
for this speed I cannot stand.
Adrenaline rush that fuels your thirst
now I have none, and I am on the run
Its time for me to go
please don't stop me any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Noise of big cities is really affecting our psychology, nice poem.