His words kept alive
hidden in a treasure box.
But he’s numb
on the inside. When he cries,
the tears fall to
a stained scribbled
paper.
He starts to play
his guitar. Music
awakes
the life deep within
his apathetic body.
His eyes light up
with a pensive
smile
in place. He’s no longer
the quite one,
he’s somebody different.
The melancholy
thoughts slip away.
Now he sings of
Emily.
Sweet surrender-
you can’t
take your eyes off
this boy
Breathe
in deep. Here comes the relief.
It’s from that innocent
voice. From the boy
who sings of
Emily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem