Lost In Translation Poem by Spirit Music Hope

In tragic moments, by her side I stand,
Unseen, my point eludes her listening ear,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

Thoughts stumble, tangled in my mind's demand,
Lost in the tombstone's depths, they disappear,
In tragic moments, by her side I stand.

Experiences teach, perspectives expand,
Yet old knowledge fades, freshness drawing near,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

Watching the trilogy, ideas expand,
Yearning to think, to spare a minute clear,
In tragic moments, by her side I stand.

Responsibilities, burdens in hand,
I long to relax, shed the weight I bear,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

Conversations lost, misunderstood, unmanned,
Electronic solace, my thoughts I share,
In tragic moments, by her side I stand,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

Amid pseudonyms, a part of me unmasked,
Seeking understanding without strife's snare,
In tragic moments, by her side I stand.

Seeking understanding, yet shadows cast,
Forcing not, begging not, but hearts laid bare,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

Lost in translation's maze, a shared contrast,
Silence engulfs, apologies ensnare,
In tragic moments, by her side I stand.

Understanding, elusive and steadfast,
Coping, adapting, my written affair,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

In logical realms, the truth held steadfast,
To affirm or deny, no in-between dare,
In tragic moments, by her side I stand.

Reality's bite calls me back at last,
To wield my pen, my solace and repair,
My jokes, ideas, a silence darkly fanned.

In tragic moments, by her side I stand,
With words as solace, my thoughts I declare