Alas, when nothing ever goes my way
I try to keep my goals within my sight.
I hope that they can lead to joy someday
And overpass this metaphoric night.
Among those crazy things leading to doom,
I am quite melancholic in the gloom.
My life may be infected with the gloom,
When darkness spreads its wicked wings on the way.
In waiting for the approach of the doom,
I am the girl in search of nature's sight.
When jagged rocks pinch and stick me overnight,
I search for something to lift me someday.
My faith grows stronger, and I hope someday
That winds of change will enlighten the gloom.
Faith, love, and truth will be like stars at night,
Life will be as bright as the Milky Way,
As long as rightness will be brought to sight,
And lie will be a sticky bomb of doom.
I utter an impending sense of doom
Like poison killing everything someday
Or wet flowers shaking at the wind's sight.
We end with hope, and we begin in gloom,
While we're changing our lives along the way.
We're making sense of all from day to night.
As fears are left unspoken in the night,
We feel this ending is the latest doom.
Sad minds still try to find a living way,
Hoping that they will save themselves someday.
They make important changes in the gloom.
Religious leaders teach Christian sight,
When wisdom is the synonym of sight,
Blind guides are just to lead the blinds at night.
Some begin with the hope and end in gloom,
Between those sinful acts leading to doom,
Praying to God to save their souls someday.
Against all odds, they try to find their way.
At Siloam, the blind received his sight.
In working faith, the blind could leave his night
God breaks the chains, we need to leave the gloom.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing artistic poem that is strongly spiritual. Excellently expressed my friend!