My words are useless to me
They can't express the fire of insight burning in me
They can't redeem the desire calling out from my soul
They can't show the cracked alter egos baying to stay
My words are useless to me
They can't show the delicious noise cracking my bones
They can't explain the pure insanity kept in check
They can't determine the nostalgia unspent as kid
I wish to tell Mum I love her
Till the World is to come again
I wish to have one more chance to say aurevoir to Dad
I wish to tell the editors
Why I abandoned then for the poets
I wish to tell my unborn seeds my undid deeds
But my words are still useless to me
My words are like slopes guiding me in my sloop
My words are like robes wearing me out in rogue
But my words are still useless to me
They can't take me back in time
They can't teleport me to the future
They can't secure me now
My words will still remain useless
Until they can go beyond my feelings and into my thoughts
Unchaining me from the very thing
That made me a Prisoner...My Words
© K~net™
Facing the problems of life! However, hope lies ahead of you. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Indeed, soulful words do go beyond one's feelings and into the person's thoughts unchaining the individual from the very thing that made one a Prisoner. Thanks for sharing Kenneth. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.