The world around, has closed on me,
Confining me, within life and death.
The days of my freedom, have passed away,
leaving me naught but;
the bare walls of my cell,
which today is my new home,
tomorrow - My Grave.
The years have passed by,
with no love or care,
naught but only
hate and pain.
And now, I lie on my deathbed,
recalling my days of freedom,
with a loving family,
and caring friends.
And how I repent, the day
I left, their love and care,
on a journey of lust and greed,
to a place unknown,
A place filled with hate and pain;
A place of betrayal and vendettas;
How I wish today,
I never had gone,
on that voyage
For the care I needed - was never there;
The love I sought - was elsewhere.
So far my favorite. Use od words and rhyme is awesome. Another sad one with lots to say. great job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How eloquently put! Don't we all have journeys we wish we had never taken? I think these are our most valuable lessons-ones which we would never choose. Mary-