Idle within emptiness
Disappointment fills the air
A chilling wind of harshness
Sweeping seasons of despair...
Fingernails bitter purple
A tousle of shredded hair
Weakened limbs and fragile nerves
Dreams strangled to disrepair...
How long 'till the sun comes out?
Forever must still be there
Without the light all things fade
Darkness makes them disappear....
A burning torch within me
Faith, the everlasting flair
Scorching both sense and reason
Too blind to show heaven near...
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It comes sometimes.But the auto work of hope, the faith on our life drive us to lead a second renewed life.Cheer Sir!
A burning torch within me Faith, the everlasting flair Scorching both sense and reason Too blind to show heaven near... I agree. nice poem. regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, faith seems to be the key when disappointment fills the air. may faith live eternally for you.