I glance around the room,
Feels like everyone's waiting for their own doom,
I don't belong here anymore,
I feel like nothing more than a prisoner of war,
I won't wait in this line of gloom,
I know where I'm going and I'll be there soon,
I'll find and enter the trap door,
Through which I'll have a new life to explore.
All I want is my signature tune,
To be danced to at midnight under a full moon,
I want someone to care for,
Even through the devastation of another world war,
I want it to rain at the sand dunes,
And snow to descent upon a sawdust saloon,
I want something I don't have a budget for,
Like a ocean view apartment on the 68th floor.
My green and blue lagoon,
With ripples from the in coming monsoon,
Is peace I could never ignore,
That's all I could ever want, all I could ask for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really good poem, you have a way with rhyming! Dang I dont even know what to say, it invokes emotions really well and paints a good picture!