A familiar thought
That beckoned in my head
Like a never-ending siren
Staring straight ahead
In fear of many incomparable thoughts
In a cycle of doubt; confusion
Entering the void of no return
With a face; invalid in life
With a love; incomparable
In a life with love
I see to believe
That I, we can be
What that of love really is
Instead we get a mystery
Unknown to many
A joke to many more
But a truth their is
And always will be
Senseless acts of misery
This is a wonderful piece of writing. Filled with great philosophical ideas. Awesome, thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime poem with muse put down in print in a great style wow! The diction employed is superb here. So nice to read frm u again.