i went for a walk in the forest,
the nice quiet forest,
i turned left then right,
left, right, left, right
when i came to an area of the forest that was compleatly dark...
i turned to try to walk back,
but the path that i had been following was no were to be seen,
i screamed,
but of course no one heard me...
i cryed,
but of course no one saw me...
so i sat,
and found that the dark,
gave me the best feeling in the world...
the feeling of being lost...
for years counclers have tryed,
unsecesfully,
to find me...
im lost...
lost inside my own soul...
were no one can hear me scream,
and no one can see me cry,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem