Though it may not seem
For it is not willed to show
The whirl of trouble
Stormed in this mind
They are thoughts
Just like yours
But these thoughts
They run in circles
Took to extremes
Trying to run after something
Something they cannot find
And it pains me to have to see them
To have to listen to them
Day and night
24 hours
All week
These thoughts themselves are troubled
Turned to darkness through lit matters
I cannot explain it so one would understand
The urgent pain that is written into the daily routine
If shown a burden to heavy for you to carry
So here it is as words on paper
Many words on many different papers
Headlines
News papers
Rivers
Streams
Thoughts
Clouds
Be gone
Unknown to you now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David Go and Netty my sister... think this womanis my WIFE..... I am sick... WHY YOU DO THING LIKE THISSSSS''...TO ME... CONGRATULATION FOR YOUR CREATIVITY COMING FROM DEMON... SALUT.... BOTH OF YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS SAD...