The disappointment within you,
reminds me of a burning flame.
Day after day it's still the same -
how do you do?
I open my inner eyes, and all I can see,
is that flame that won't stop burning.
How did you set yourself free,
from the wheel of life, that keeps on turning?
I believe God does not sleep,
and when you're crying, He also weep -
He will carry you when you're weak.
Eventually, He will be the One,
to smother that burning flame.
He who sits on His golden throne,
is more powerful, than the one who sail.
Yes in the age of plastic smiles - most of carry perceptual suffering like the Satan in the Milton's work. May for very few life is bed of roses but for most of common people like us Life is tight walk rope and belting along the way of spikes and thorns........ Love the way how the poetess has expressed her feelings. A perfect number 10 +++++++++++++++ in rating!
Very nice...touching... you laid on us great concepts in life and faith in god.. I love the title and the way you weave your words.. keep on sharing with the world...
I enjoy the poetry you write concerning your faith. it is rather interesting. Beautiful work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You always give your words Inescapable meaning, truly a beautiful write.