I'm tired now,
I've had enough,
Of this weird Life,
So full of stuff,
You toil and sweat,
You take all bets,
And at the End,
It's all regrets,
The empty hands,
The loveless nights,
The chilling fog,
'Turn off the Lights'
Through this poem, I know how you feel. Very touchy. ''And at the End, It's all regrets, The empty hands, The loveless nights, The chilling fog, 'Turn off the Lights' ' A picture of despondency succinctly narrated.
Short, succinct and a superb summing up of life for many. Such thoughts I can relate to right now. Excellent Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra at her best... but most depressed! ... Oh! to see her poetry (and her heart) with happiness blessed!