arrays of hope
dangling on the rope.
I stood still
counting them in sequence.
blowing wind
sway them apart
unable to reach any
I tore my heart apart.
stifling heat
swept over bleeding heart
excruciating pain
constant company.
hidden feelings
endurance march
till the last second
it'll remain strongly latched.
why the torture?
the mind fails to answer.
why am I silent?
the thoughts are dissident.
wisdom spoken failed to cast freedom
love talks lost in ravine's depth
the struggle remain a faithful companion
to it I fully surrender my opinions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of brave consent. Each dawn is a new beginning. There is always that ray of hope to guide us into a better tomorrow. Take care. Kind wishes, Sandra