I sit here,
Waiting.
Just as I was
Yesterday,
The day before
Yesterday,
And the day before
That.
My only escape from
Anguish
Comes from when I sleep.
I flow and drift
Like smoke,
Exploring the colors
The worls has to offer.
But unfortunatly,
I know I will wake
And find myself
Waiting
In the same spot
I just was,
Only a few moments ago...
Waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a decent poem