There are a few such morrows
When the sun rises but rays don’t come to you
When you don’t know exactly what to do
When you feel annihilated suffocated
Gasping for breathes but life seems outdated
There are a few such morrows
Things just don’t feel right
Your arms are out of their mighty might
You are down to such depths
Your rights can’t touch your lefts
There are a few such morrows
When life screams for penalty
On every action you feel guilty
You want to rip that smile off your face
To horizons far enough not to find any further trace
There are a few such morrows
When you want to stand on the cross border
Just hoping to restore the lost order
When easiest of the tasks is to blame the upper power
You want to scream into his ears from the highest tower
There are a few such morrows
When you just want to die
Wishing life to simply sneak out of your body as you quietly lay by
When happiness and joys just sound hyperbolic
Because you have drowned into glooms like an alcoholic
Yeah there are a few such morrows
When you get up and wish there was no more tomorrows…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem