His reckless soul ship heads towards you
And he imagines a faint light flickers afar
But he cannot stop his engines
As his adamant destiny has written to hit the rock
And finish the voyage.
*My poor deceased mom reminds me in my frequent dreams about the cruel destiny; 'That cannot be erased my dear son.'
My sad tears flow down the face into the ocean of 9/11 innocent victims and their families.
A very unique tribute to the victims of 9/11 and their families. Beautifully written and delivered. No doubt your mother would also give you a ten. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NImal your use of metaphor is brilliant and emotionally very powerful. This poem is a fine and fitting tribute to the victims of 9/11 and their grieving families. So sad. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥