there's so much guilt in the way
a thousand sighs to ease the grief
hold your grab on faith before you stray
before it hits the ground that one last leaf
not today i will give in
or give up
one last fin
one last stop
and i whisper to my dreams too loud
be true to me as am to you
overheard throughout the crowed
far beyond the faces that i knew
on the verge of being whole i stand
the fall is a dare that i must
hesitant to untie the strand
or to hand my fate the trust
on the ridge i lay my feathered dreams to fly
to face the inevitable
and i grief wiz a thousand sigh
when we part nothing is regrettable
we are more than bones, flesh and skin
much more than the eyes can touch and see
our quest is the bodies we are trapped within
while the spirits that hunt the dark are free
what difference does it make which face i wear
or which skin surrounds your soul!
what meaning does it behold to share
a core-less reflection hanged on the wall
was born to life not as a face, not as a number
to a much more significant case am tied
the facts i sake hit me like thunder
when i opened up my heart and cried
am a conflict of some feelings
rather than some veins
an undefined rage with no ceiling
no strings attached no strains
i roam the paths of my choice
bring on my own tomorrow
i close my eyes and i rejoice
and smiles hold back the sorrow.
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