My heart is crying, my eyes are bleeding
A waterfall of tears continuesly dripping
I open my eyes at dusk, try to find my way
Though the illusive forest hollowed by unconsciousness
close them at dawn, forget the the gloomy day
And dream a better way of feeling the winds caress
My heart is crying, my eyes are bleeding
But eventhough I just keep on walking
On this meanigless path surrounded by fright
I may try to cross the foggy bridge
To search for an unhoped shine of light
That would tear apart the obscuring foliage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant write, Christopher. We all find ourselves in this 'illusive forest' now and again. Only lasting and true way out is by the light of Christ. Good luck!