On mornings like these
my thoughts run rampant
and my heart feels trampled
A stampede of memories
have run amuck
stomping all over fragility
At times like these
the world seems so quiet
and my mind, so loud
I wander the hallways
lost in thought
and I cant seem
to find my way out
THE WORLD SEEMS SO QUIET/AND MY MIND, SO LOUD - This mental state is stated so precisely by you it works its way through and liberates you. This isn't magic which would a force outside of you. It's the workiongs of your own mind and it is sufficiently agile to rescue the situation. Do you know Pink Floyd's DARK SIDE OF THE MOON (Once uipon a time EVERYBODY knew it. In an Amsterdam bar I sang it with three new Dutch friends and some beers!) The singer despairs: THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY HEAD BUT IT'S NOT ME. You don't despair. You're in charge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know that feeling. :) Your descriptive imagery is compelling. Thank you!