I sit down, I pace around
I close my eye lids
waiting for the day to end
Unwinding the hours that passed
The pauses and the fast forwards
fail to recognize the despair
leaving them to pile
cluttering the heart
and crushing the pipes
Take another stage, better times
it may seem pumped up,
too trivial to ponder on
But here and now, in the midst of
exits and pricks, where the lost
or the uncertain hold any spell
only the darkness lingers on
Now when the moon hides
behind the mysterious clouds
I await a miracle named tomorrow
to cradle in when the light appears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with a depth of meaning. I enjoyed the lines-I await a miracle named tomorrow to cradle in when the light appears.