All dreams are now broken,
Truth is hard to face
When your young and resilient,
Life has another face.
Now lost in clouds of litany,
All my past comes back to me,
Happy future, hard to see,
I think of past joys,
Now out reach, out of touch,
With those I loved so very much.
And a cold fog grips my heart,
A cold mist strangles the Sea,
The Sea, I love so much,
Where no longer shall I sail,
Nor happy be.
This is the bitter truth of sweet desires in life. Great stuff, Sandra. Thanks for sharing. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we seek happiness we seek the unattainable.