The rise of expectation
The tide of disappointment
It hits,
Continuous
Our love
Disingenuous
Reality sets in
And burns hot like golden sand,
Little particles shift
And mounts
Bringing an end to doubts
Without a shadow of understanding
Or a sliver of hope
Less regrets
My next steps
Is in the water
Next breath
Between the nexus
Of the restless and the damned
(7-13-2010)
The expressions in this poetry are completely breathless and am still in awe, clapping my hands as I read it again. There is a unique detachment between the title and the actual poetry, which completely sets it apart. Genius work! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome. Deep and emotional. Well done! ; D