A raindropp left in the sun
a passion left so lonely
with only my words left so freely absorb me,
encores of these stored emotions
that cease to forever let go....
I revel in the futility...
like each day
is a slow death..
to give in slowly...
pulling these strings..
where thoughts fall glowing,,
rays of inside darkness
exploding...
into dots of dire unknowing...
connecting..intersecting...
like locked lips...
moving..
joining these steps stuck in rewind..
I find myself with twice breathed breathes..
of the different kind..
but still can't read the signs..
with these open eyes that can't climb..
past the gears locked in my mind.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whoever has written it, it is a nostalgic poem for all. Written in a hurry or not, it is a poem that reflects every thought un understood residing in all. Thanks indeed!