Days are troubled
Wearied from endless toil
Dreams disappear and crumble
Thoughts ravage my mind
Surrounded by self doubt
Anxiety clings to my soul
Creating loneliness and despair
Shadows stretch before me
Making gloom on a sunny day
Restless I have become
Looking towards tomorrow
Time plays tricks
Dances a slow dance
To tease and disturb me
Walls I have built
Close all around the essence of me
Hope seems to have left
All I need in times of these
All I truly desire
Is too rest in your love
A sadness that reads like a song.....time does indeed play tricks....
We all seek the refuge to be found in true love - a lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dom, are the walls literal or figurative walls. i hope, if this is a true-to-you tale, that you have gotten/get the love you were/are seeking. i don't care much for love poems, but i see from your bio that you are drawn to them. thanks for sharing. bri edwards