Being alone,
Tears in my eyes,
Questions pushing like troubled waves,
Back and forth, back and forth,
Through my peace of mind…
Staying awake past 6 am,
Deciding “the computer or the bed? ”,
Always choosing something over the bed,
Promising to fulfill everything
On the list in my head,
These are some things that I truly dread.
Wasting sparse, but precious time,
Happiness after finding a dime
On the ground in a crowded area,
Learning how sickle cell anemia cures malaria,
Falling asleep at the details
But remembering the details somehow,
Doing positive things,
Making mom and dad proud,
Venting about everything from drugs to myth
With the girl who gave me my first kiss,
All these things I will truly miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem