I don’t want to run around
This great big wheeling earth
Like a hamster in a ball
Rising just to fall
No sacred home or hearth.
I don’t want to run this race
This speeding, staring track
Is filled with lies
And cutting eyes
Fingers pointed at your back.
I don’t want to join this crowd
This crowd of human sneers
It’s naught but hate
Appetites to sate
On unsuspecting peers.
I don’t want to run this earth
Where the darkness grows so deep
Eyes behind hands
None understand.
Just let me go home – and sleep.
Nice write Sophia, good flow and great subject. Enjoyed the read very much. Love Ernestine XXX
S is for A real sad poem...I hope thats not want U want to do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm guessing you wrote this one and crimson around the same time...well I hope it cheers you up to know that your a great friend and we all feel this way sometimes...I'm prayin' for ya.