I can't make up my mind.
I've a crazy thing going on.
I'm touched with an anxious ring.
I can not compete with the world...
...that surrounds me. My agitation is
fierce. I'm common and weary. Can I
sleep? No. Am I useful? Maybe.
So here I go one more time. Alone,
in the heat of the confusion that
I deem my lifestyle.
Copyright 12-30-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem