Sadness galloping
In my mind
Its saddles are
Broken
It is uncontrollable.
No words Console
My soul.
I am trodden
More broken
After each ride.
I want to jump
Make a splash
As a tide.
"Astute "The word
Ecos
Enough to derail me
I laugh but
Tears fail me
Sorrow shines
More bright
If I want to hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem