Blank pages of a disgruntled novel
Words scribbled with invisible ink.
A hollow echo of a muted scream
No collected thoughts left to think.
Beliefs shackled by the morality police
To a faceless crowd I make my stand.
Diffused energy and a weary soul
Depleted by the 'helping hand'.
Trudging through a recurring dream
Legs that don't run despite the pain.
Existence arrives to take attendance
A mouth that refuses to acknowledge my name.
Interesting format, still a good poem. Read mine - Storm Song - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good thought well executed lovely