I am seeking knowledge and security,
Wandering the labyrinths of my mind..lost.
In search of my innocence long stained,
Restoration of my sanity the end goal.
Hopeless it seems at every hurdle,
The corridors of my intellect now a maze.
What of this game called life?
The playing field littered with broken souls.
No winners, many losers lost and dejected,
Head in my hands, mind bedazzled.
My brain so confused it leaps in faith,
Grasping at an unseen hand for succor.
But there is no rescue, fallen, hopes dashed,
What a disaster, it seems I lost my marbles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem