Like life, Hell
is a kingdom we share
but experienced in painful isolation
where each one of us watches
as the other drowns alone
in a hell called life
still fear makes us the jailers
of our imprisoned selves
and our lives fill empty chapters
unread and forgotten on dusty bookshelves
file arranged called life, and life like hell
Bravo, Kevin! Yr thoughts I understand for I feel yr pain also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This frustration we all experience these days. No no one comes to our rescue as everyone is in self isolation when we drown in the sea of life. Our SOS message goes unattended. We languish in fear and stay confined in the prison of our own making. Life gathers so much of dust- unused and unattended like the books fated to rot and wither away in the moldy unopened book shelves! Very poignant!