My soul wonders to himself absently muttering out loud
As if adding more sound to the white noise
will give him a sense of validation that he still exists.
He was born simple, uncomplicated but got into confusion.
Confusion that breeds chaos and chaos leads to collapse.
He wanted people to care about him but whole his life stayed away from them
At times wanted to throw himself away, and in the meantime, hold someone else
He's angry for not having the courage to turn things around
Being stupid to find solace in unrelenting remorse
Will he be able to untie the chains and breath himself again
He goes for soul searching seeking a few clones
A soul far away stays close to heart ever answering every question without actually questioning
Asking him to stay bright amidst smothering darkness
Asking him to do what he has always been doing; hell lot immature but a bit honest
My soul happens to be damaged but he has learnt to stay alive and stay afloat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem