The landscape became cloudy, the emotions frozen like an ice pond..
Once again this feeling of walking alone
Becomes my friend…
Avenues not clear while
I gaze out my window, still, wondering
Where and just exactly
What am I to do…
screaming inside for an answer as I do night after night, what
Will redeem this ugliness that has filled me..thick like
jam in a jelly jar....
I cry so hard at night, and wonder
Why? Have I reached an end, with
No beginnings in sight?
I sit still, and wait …and wait…and hold my
aching head...for an understanding to
all of this....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, thanks for sharing. - shannon