Ive traveled many years
Through a viel of jerky tears
Listening to others stories of broken hearts
And lost loves
Wondering why! were all the same
So fragile, so brittle, so vulnerable
As our years pass and our wisdom grows
Why? do we dare to leave our souls so open
And as we travel
The only things we leave behind
Are grey ashes from the fire of life
Punctuating life and fate like a full stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one Kev. Not sure why as it's so sad but like it xxx