Downcast, thoughts forelorn
while others look on with eyes of scorn
Dreams are incomplete
As reincarnations from your past,
seam to repeat
consumed by problems that refuse to die
you bury your head,
as tears fall from your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad and mournful but truly beautiful piece of poetry, Well done, Steve