There is this feeling –
Not an emotion, not a tangible sensation,
But a deep and unspeakable sense
That I cannot explain in words or in art.
There is this knowledge,
That I cannot apply or comprehend,
And I am unsure if it is real,
If it bears any truth at all.
There is this desire,
Not materialistic or emotional,
But inexplicable and confused,
An urge to fulfill something, or be something.
There is this feeling –
I could never explain it at all.
These words are the closest description,
And still I remain at an utter loss.
you put your feelings on to paper and you don't know what you will come up with, but in your case, it was a wonderful write, well said.
I know what you mean but I can't quite put my finger on it! Nice work Clair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem drove me crazy! Very well written, so non-tangible that the reader is left feeling like he grasped what the reader intended to say, but with no idea what that is. Nice.