Collections of the lost
A mind looking for light
Can't find anything at all
A mind loses sight
It seeks
Searching for something more
It tires and weakens
Looking for what's in store
A mind can't find its thoughts
A mind can't see its face
All it sees is empty lots
All it sees is empty space
It's been far too long
Since it's found something nice
The feelings used to be strong
But those feelings have been but twice
As the mind slowly crumbles
And the soul washes away
A little light slowly bumbles
A mind is no longer stray
It finds the rhythm
It finds the rhyme
It finds the poetry
It finds it just in time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem