On The Vast Field Of Sorrow, Where Memories Fade Into The Mist Poem by Enache Dan

On the vast field of sorrow, where memories fade into the mist,
Where hearts are fragile and gazes are shadows that fade away,
I walked with heavy steps, my soul weighed down by the burden that presses on me,
In a world where love is a battle, and every memory is a tear that flows gently.
Deep within me, every scar is an untold story, a regret,
A testament to past pains, to nights spent in solitude.
But despite it all, I remained silent, my gaze lost in a sunset,
Like a leaf that falls, carried by the wind, towards an inevitable end, towards eternity.
Melancholy enveloped me, with its deep and oppressive sorrow,
And I became a shadow of feelings, a stranger to joy.
In every corner of my soul, I felt the weight of pain, waiting for a dawn,
And I moved on, with a heavy heart, with hope lost in a barren world.
Memories of long nights, the sadness of gray days,
Were witnesses to my inner struggle, to my wounded soul.
And even if the journey was arduous, and there were moments when I wanted to hide,
I chose to move forward, with a heart filled with melancholy, as a soldier of love.