My words search for meaning,
But they become lost in the haze of memory,
And modern distractions. I try to focus hard
And gradually retrieve fragments of truth,
From black clouds of despair, and from
The circuitry of conventional machinery.
" My words search for meaning, But they become lost in the haze of memory, And modern distractions...." Beautiful expression... it often happens to one and all... distractions play devils... yet are inevitable occurrences in life... thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
There's too much of everything out there, it's simply overkill excess. We're deluded and spoilt for choice be it modern gadgets to the multiple choice of different cat foods on supermarket shelves. While people out there in this 21st Century modern human age are still starving to death. I'm an advocate of hope Dominic and common sense will one day prevail and build upwards from as you say 'fragments of truth'. A full score and thank you for a poem to make one think