I am me
With my ratty hair
And my overpowered soul
Long, skinny, white
Is that all you see
Well you in fact are very wrong
On so many different angles
I am but a man of many nightmares
That shadows my face
And yet when I look into the stars
They do not stare back
With the light on full run
But they ignore the fact
That I am a living being
In this world of hell
And no one can see that I am here to tell
That if nothing is done to our restless mind
Then we shall never rest in peace
In the test of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U r on the way to peace n wisdom...keep it up...: -)