I was lost never to be found in this world were there is no solid ground. Many relationships have come and gone, at times it feels as if I can’t go on.
The water crashes in my mind, making me feel if it’s a big waste of time. Tides roll in like the surf; my thoughts are clearly of you on a vast ocean blue.
I was lost in a perfect painted picture of what I image my life should be, as the picture started to fade and the blue turn to gray my reality soon reared it head, to make me face another day.
I continue to search the seven seas for a little piece of me, the boat can not reach me, nor can I swim back for the land that normally keeps me Instead I am in the ocean so wide that it consume me.
I am lost in this world filled with water where the waves refuse to coast me back to a safe ground. I am dying a water death, where the salted water has taken up in my lungs and I can’t see what is ahead.
I was lost in what was important and what kind of decision I was to stand for in this fading perfect picture of who is She? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she could be the last woman adrift on a sea of loves passion as she floats on the ashes of all that is hope...iip