Breaking through the barrier of life, sidestepping it's
meager existence, hoping to find meaning in other realms.
Leaving beind family and friends, seeking new alternative,
trying to begin again.
Visually seeing nothing worth living for, turning inside,
finding no reasons to continue.
Splitting apart with sadness, falling into an abyss of
sorrow.
Soul laden with unbearable misspent hopes and dreams,
figuratively falling into the dimness of candles burning
laboriously to their ends.
There is no life on earth, no meaning, until our death has
set us free to look back upon what we had.
Whispering, so quietly, we see that which is no more and
now it no longer mattering to us either.
Carefully, we wend our paths, trying not to stray and make
the same mistakes within our deaths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem