Hopelessness in the bowels of men
Questions the purpose of life
With sleepless nights;
He is a villainous monk
Robed in deceit,
Drawing the curtains over lights;
A bloodless snake
Stealing joy throughout the ages.
Life is worth living
Irregardless of circumstances;
Maybe we cannot ressurect the dead
But we can love on you to death.
JAH!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hopelessness rises when we lose awareness of the connection... between our lives and all that lives! very good poem!