we pine away for years gone by
we pine as days slide past
we pine for lost forgotten loves
and broken hearts, at last.
we cry for stories we have read
we cry when we are sad
we cry about our wasted chance
and when our lives seem bad.
we spend our time just breathing
we spend it when we sleep
we spend away the hours of day
and loose it when we weep.
we waste our lunch and dinner
we waste the house and home
we waste long trips to memories
and drive to be alone.
we hate because we cannot love
we hate to fill the gaps
we hate through all our promises
and cannot fill the lapse.
we run from things that will not quit
we run to hidden rooms
we run away to save ourselves
and fall into our doom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem