You wake up, look out the window,
See the sun flood your room a little,
Tell yourself it'll be a good day,
But there's a doubt that never goes away.
You'll get up and go about your life,
Do your best to avoid all the world's strife,
Get home, dragging your feet on the ground,
And in the end you bring yourself down.
You know what to do, you know what's right,
But your selfishness yourself does benight,
Now you fall down, full of regret,
And you feel like such a hypocrite.
You bring yourself up now,
Say that you'll do better; how?
But you know what to do,
But the sadness never leaves you.
So the day ends and you go to sleep,
You pray and begin to weep,
Imperfect and full of self-hate,
Tomorrow will you do the same mate?
Of course, although you know better,
Express yourself, write a letter,
But you still know your in the wrong,
So you don't feel as strong.
Hon'ble Soren, There are days like these where I feel like this I do write letters and express myself but even If In the end I feel the same. I carry on the guilt- the shame; I only have- myself to blame, do not pitty the inane. Much respect. David James Crapper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the beginning we get the feeling this chap is stuck in a rut. Throughout we lose patience and sympathy as he surely should see that by trying to put love and happiness out there, he will start to get some back. He needs to change his perspective and attitude. Face what ever demon it is, and get past it. Heck I know a few like this! I enjoyed how you expressed your views here. Thanks