Torn between worlds,
Shattered between decisions,
To find a life longing profession.
Sometimes we all can wish to escape the dreadful moments of reality.
Not only can it be haunting discretely.
The excessive thoughts are a mess,
In a white coat flesh.
I long for an answer,
For which I can't seem to gather.
Maybe I need another along the way.
Maybe I need decisions which will stay.
I am torn between worlds.
Worlds.
Torn between worlds.
Worlds which I created.
A world of which I am now afraid.
Hi Safiyyah, Very profound thoughts. Beautifully worded. Good poem. : : World I have created : : A world of which I an now afraid... wonderful lines...100
We do create our own worlds. Those imprisoned by religion have little free will.++10
imprisoned? haha, no Sir Smith, Just the thin membrane which serves as a protection. At the end of the day we make our own decisions because we live our own lives. Imprisonment is nothing but a mere construct, don't conceive it and you'll be free, pretty simple actually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful and profound piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You are most welcomed, happy reading!