it waste away like smoke trapt in asmall room
no escape. no enter. just stuck.
nothin' left to do but linger. until it dissapear..
it feels like life.
when you dont know what els to do but isolate yourself, remaining in your own peace feeling the energy touch your skin as you just sit there no sound. just silence. relaxing. peaceful.
before you know it your back in reality and times passed you by with no idea.
so calm. so serine.you dont want to leave..
cant you just imagine that kind of world? unfortunatly, its not...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nothin' left to do but linger. until it dissapear.. it feels like life. You aptly prove that life does not bother about title.Life is battered and flows accordingly it wants or wanted to or predecided by God.