It's me, myself and I
Standing by a corner
Darkness surrounding
And encompassing
Feeble attempts at normalcy
Failing efforts making a mockery
Of the pain suffered in silence, showing
The Void that occupies my chest
Dead emotions failing to affect
Like the rotten fruits in a basket
Corrupting all else around it
Losing everything to the void
Mask fitted perfectly, obscures
The vision, once perfect,
Now is filled with naught but darkness
A future too bleak to look at
Soul laden with sins
Noxious in nature, innocent in act
Never to see the light
Never to see peace
Is me myself and I
Alone in the corner
Been here for an eternity
Fated here for more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul laden with sins Noxious in nature, innocent in act Never to see the light Never to see peace..... such depression is dangerous. it can lead to... very nice poem. very expressive. so full of ideas., thank u dear poet. tony