I am drowning in the quicksand of sorrow
Please phone today baby don't phone tomorrow
My thoughts are lost in the vast ocean of loneliness
Time seems stand at a still and I spend the nights sleepless
My soul is roaming in the land of dystopia
My life seems so scary I feel like hysteria
My heart has become a stone due to burden of pain
In the nights my eyes are shedding tears like monsoon rain
My ears are keen to hear your musical voice
I have composed songs to let you know my choice
you are quite a great poet, bro...this is an outstanding poem and nothing to suggest..
we poets seem to be so fond of drowning in our sorrows and we forget that the world at large keeps marching ahead and stops for no one...
Ha ha..normally the duty to call is suppose to be undertaken by Ýou, ....nice write! The_African_Son
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good rhyme & good poem! tks for sharing