I'm adrift on an endless gray sea
Storms and tempests surrounding me
Yet here I sit in the eye of the storm
Questioning why I was ever born
Perchance to drift but never to live
There's nothing left for me to give
Bereft of life yet existing still
All of this a most bitter pill
What I'd give to live a minute
To look at life and see me in it
Rather than drift with the tide
Among the waves a place to hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful Tony. I too find the waves that precious place. Yet you are only asking for the simple things that so many have. May you find those things, with hope.
Thank you my dear friend. It is the simple things that escape us.