O I have nothing to offer but confusion.
I'm surrounded by trouble.My mind's
Filled to the brim with empty illusions.
I am watching out for more danger signs.
I cannothear the whisper of aprayer;
Only a constant buzz that irritates.
In this darkness, I'm still searching for light rare;
Something precious that transcends mortal cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Confusion! ! ! Surrounded by trouble! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Edward...hope you are keeping well. Stay safe!