Are the hours not long enough? The day doesn't end as if
it would never cease
My mind can't stop thinking as if it were a slow disease.
Infected by the memories of what was, what is, what could've been
My voice I no longer can hear, uncertainty has settled in.
Where do I go from here?
Where are we, have our souls met before,
are we lost in a life that
is not ours?
I am torn.
Seeking answers and finding only questions,
so full of insecurity I feel I walk alone in my mere existence.
I look to the sun for clarity but, am blinded by light
I run to the moon to hide from myself as my thoughts
scatter into the night.
(06/26/2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem