Got that feeling again.
Same as it ever was.
Loneliness? Perhaps.
Always the same,
Up-down,
Who gives a damn.
I can’t explain this,
I am just miserable,
Or perhaps just crazy.
I guess I am lonely,
Thinking of being without,
I am just a child inside,
Little boy lost,
Only hope can save me this time,
Though I am running short of it now.
You know it’s not good,
When you keep listening
To Leonard Cohen
And Lennon’s ‘Yer Blues’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written piece Charlie keep it up