The window of my heart has become opaque, I've loss sight of the truth that is within me. The current of life has sweep me amid the raging sea. I'm full of remorse, a sad countance gloat over me. Things are not what they seems; no one would truly understand. Very soon the truth will be my only stand. We think we know, but we are dead wrong. Time will tell, the matter is in its hand. No one knows.
No one knows what really is at hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what really is at hand, nobody knows, thanks, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment