At times such as these, I wish to squire into madness
Times that make me give up all my life of unfulfilness
Times that make me dwindle like a cycopath, erupt like a volcano!
This times make me wish I was a flower
Born to bloom; see the world in a short while
Worry would cease from my life,
and nothing would seem tough
But if the worries would find their path
Find me and torment me a they do,
I would have no problem with that
For soon I would wither in the earth..
But in times such as this,
Wishes are like dust
To be visualised as dreams..then..
Whisked away by the wind
It's a nice poem, , time is like a soul wandering with everyone! Good write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the concept of your poem. aside from a few typo's it is a pleasent read cycopath = psychopath