I rip the hair
from my balding head
as I look for the one
whom has fled
How dare he continue to flee
against my begged plea
and take on
this treacherous abandonment spree
I look to every point
and explore every angle
as the sights blur together
and start to entangle
The pain you cause my head
as my eyes start to tear
awaiting that glorious moment
when you finally appear
In agony I rip out the pages
as my curiosity still ages
and the velocity of my chiseled mind
quickly enrages
My knees hit the ground
as I start to crawl slow
dying to the eternalized question
of where's Waldo?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it think I thought it was good.. bad memory