I cry tears of sand,
Streams of heartache
Grainy as i stand,
With an intoxicating aroma
Filled with poisons of
Mistrusts, with paranoia
Grasping my soul as it rusts
Covering a cover,
Hiding my love,
A curse but a virtue
Like cloudy skies above
Tomorrows a lost future
When you care too much
But tomorrows vanish
When you don’t care enough
Confusion bangs my mind
Giving me a state of illusion
In a world that no longer
Exists, a reality of delusions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this particular stanza 'Tomorrows a lost future When you care too much But tomorrows vanish When you don’t care enough'. this is more than true to me also. what a lovely piece of art