Lost am I.
Amongst the confusion.
The society in which I live...
Lost, not really there,
a ghost in a body.
Searching, questioning.....
Not knowing where to turn.
My personal goals,
no longer exist.
I am a slave,
through my own bondage.
I search for the ultimate answer....
And do not find, what I strive.
Maybe it’s unfathomable....
Leaving me how I feel.....
I am a single blade of grass.
In acres of a vast open field.
Lost amongst the other blades.
Wind blowing gently to and fro....
Moving me in directions
beyond my own control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Lost am I. Amongst the confusion. The society in which I live... Lost, not really there, a ghost in a body. Searching, questioning..... ' A wonderful haunting poem infusing the tensions of spectral Edgar Allan Poe into 'Leaves of Grass' by Walt Whitman. Masterful 10 ++