Just what is this i'm looking for,
what am i seeking to secure?
For once I gather a bright new day,
I see it as a broken lure
Being happy and content
is just an illusive dream
Countless are the strings attached,
in every way, I'm being hacked
One thing that I ask of life
is to straighten out what's wrong
The symptoms are all I can relate,
it's just the same old song
I can't remember a single word,
so all I do is hum
Nothing has rhyme or reason at all,
there is no pain, I just feel numb
For what it's worth, I've gathered my tears,
as a looking glass to my inner self
Trust me, my friend, I know in the end,
I'll be placed upon a shelf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed depression is a curse, self created. Nice poem.....