The illusions of hereafter,
Those of heaven and those of hell,
Checks our lusts and lives.
Yet we treasure such fantasies
So fervently, ardently and
Ever so blindly.
The realms we create, and the ends
We hope for, serve to keep madness
At bay, when we're lost.
For what else will afford us warmth,
When we all face the tragedy
Of age, but our dreams?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very very good poem! I enjoyed this one a lot. Kepp up the good work, you get 10 from me. Oh check out my poems please Kevin