My life is now in shutters, my dream has been captured by the anonymous captain of my soul, who sails me straight to the north pole.my heart becomes cold, so i stand and shiver besides the river that carries my soul, with all these i tend to ask my self, why is this? where did i go wrong? Was it the devil in me? .but they tend to be rhetorical but i need answers, or are these the questions i should ask, is it the fault of my creator? Or it is the curse from ancestor? so here i stand beside the river like how a dead plankton, doesn't know were it goes but follows the current, is how i have become.my faith is weakened my disbelieve is strengthened, is life real or its just seem to be real or life is your own fairytail, like alice, i wonder in wonderland, strange things i see, just like in the sea were strange animals dwell, thinking makes my head swell.am i ok will i be ok, or when is it going to be ok are the questions i ask my creator.oh! My world, oh my life so here i stand, ready to fight, so i may attain the height.
I liked the theme with captain at the beginning. Rolls and flows well. Second half feels like a prayer. I liked this poem, read some of mine!
please keep writing John. You have many things to write about.
a great write about life. there are many questions to be asked. Life is a mystery within a mystery. I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a journey with many obstacles as suggested by your poem. Great write.