A bitter end lies within sight, crying softly, crouching
lowly, waiting to let go.
Pain has overwhelmed, drowned all hopes and dreams of
living life freely tomorrow.
There is only a past spread out, casting souls into the
depths of despair, filling time with darkness in death's
open door.
Time has packed it's bags and left, no longer interested
in what will happen
Tired of the incessant sadness crowding every moment,
leaving nothing, joy and happiness cannot abide within.
Winds of sand form dunes upon the desert of life,
forsaking every particle of breath to lie down and be
buried beneath the heaviness of memories and it's images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roseann your fire is still burning! Burn every drop of lamps oil wel! ! ! love your talented, thoughtful, communication Keep machine gunning them out! I got time to read them all! ! ! ! thanks