Deep water, minds eye flooded.
Thoughts herding, sanity dotted.
Last of smiles turned frowned.
Her essence poured downed
the soul forever to store, or
for when it be needed more than before.
Always is craved
the need to be saved
From the dangers we wrought
And the fantasies sought.
The future unmade,
Imagined not gained
the freedom to see
what we’re meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem