Lost In Translation

Lost in translation
I can’’t find the sound
Of children playing
Or birds flying about

Tried changing the station
Submerged, and not yet found
In the depths of dreams forming,
Swimming against the current like river trout

I’’d longed for the motivation
To be an ace on the mound
My opponents trembling
At my glare so stout

All in one motion
Fear in the foreground
They all strike out swinging
Then run from the fallout

Finally my consummation!
I hear children on the playground
And the song birds singing
Their melodies so devout

Alas, triumphant over this nihilistic asphyxiation
A feeling so profound
There are no words for describing
The beauty of sight after a blackout
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Lacy Bradberry.

 

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