Laying here lost
wondering where I am
I just seem not to be able
to fight this feeling of anguish
day by day it seems more set
losing all thought of living like this
Almost feels like I'm
always walking the night
Seeing the Sky but not knowing what to be
How can such feelings become of me?
I breath Deep to try to let go
it just all seems to be so slow
I look ahead and wonder if this feeling
of being lost will have much cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an enigmatic poem and so sad. By way of answer Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline