Wherever the winds may blow
Take me
Wherever a fray of hope
May lead
Upon the boundless seas
I float
Lying inside
A wooden boat
Out in the middle
Of nowhere
No sight of land
Just open air
For many days
I have not moved
My hopeless state
Not yet improved
With nothing else
I talk to God
Revealing the pain
Of my facade
Through days and nights
I've layed and prayed
Fighting the tricks
My mind has played
Seeing the sharks'
Approaching fins
Hearing that awful
Song again
The snake-eyed specter
Of Calypso
Those screeching sirens
Not again, NO!
Somehow, I feel
I've read this story
Ringing, into my eardrums
Sorely
But, this is not
Some bed-time story
Nor riveting act
Or tale of glory
It's my reality
And I'm out here, lost
Awaiting the winds
To come across
Wherever, now
That they will lead
Hopefully, where
I shall succeed
2/12/04
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem