The voices are saying things,
Things I don't want to hear.
Buried realities,
Drowned by fantasies and my insanities.
But who gets to decide fantasy from reality?
I made the choice long ago;
To keep things as they are,
To not reward my curiosity
But wait,
Things have change!
This was not my doing.
I'm so lost now...
Is this what I really wanted?
Maybe at some point,
But now... I don't
Not at all
Now the voices taunt me
Bringing up questions
Questions that must remain unasked
Atleast for now
Will there ever be a right time though?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent! A very well penned and poignant write that clearly shows talent dear Leah! Very impressive and touching! You definitely have the potential to make it to the top of the Poetry World one day as long as you keep giving more food for thought to the World! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless you! Romeo-New York City