Alone in Mountain
Cha Genterola 8/18/2011 poemI have it here
Deep inside in my mind and heart
What should I do?
I don't what's going through...
Ohhh... I think I'm flying
to the strange place again.
An unfair world that's full of illusions
and there's a burden at my back that can't be measure.
I sigh for a while
Then take a walk for one mile
I rest when my knees were shaking
and always take a long look at one thing.
Whom can I rely on?
when all there are too busy
Whom can I talk to?
when no one there is willing to listen?
note: this poem was written last year I think.