Looking towards the sky, watching clouds form and float
away, much like my thoughts are doing right now, leav-
ing my faith wallowing in a desert of my soul.
Wondering where to go from here, dreams seeming to have
run out, as I sit in a hopeless canyon of doubt, wanting
to get out of here.
Taking nothing, yet still holding out a flicker of hope
that life will be fulfilled somehow before the end appears
on this, my last horizon in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem