Why bother search when all you need's inside?
How many places? Still they all were wrong,
And hopes—'cause false—brought not 'ny joy along:
How hard it gets to then frustration hide!
Not only but lose strong beliefs beside,
And blame perhaps ourselves for being young;
Yet knowing how we may not end unsung:
Sedates our souls, consoles what's been denied!
Yes, everyone deserves this once at least:
To learn to hate how we've been made to feel,
And ken, alas, we're better off alone;
Until you love you never do exist,
Yet mind you not to others try appeal:
The greatest love indeed is but one's own!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific poem Danny so true if you cant love yourself you may not be able to love at all. I love that line Sedates our souls, consoles what's been denied. Well done beautifully written