I'm screaming inside
and living a lie,
just hoping to stay sane-
with death plaguing the city
and all the souls that are empty;
our deceit spreading the infection.
So I choke back the sobs
and put up this facade,
to deceive myself once again-
but I can't escape the sorrow
when I've no where to go,
and no sense of direction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could go into an entire lecture on the politics of this....how because of the tax code people are stuck in dead end places but more to the point...we imprison ourselves most of the time. Doing something constructive like working to help others is a relief.