Hope is but a timid friend
But it's the only one I tend
To for a yet another chance
For a better performance
To prove my self that
At least am not a coward
My heart blamed me,
"Que sera sera "
What 'll be 'll be
My only way to console
My innermost soul
Like a false guard, false watch keeping
I wish this trend cease
So I can be My self, if for nothing
At least for safe keeping
Hope whispered peace
Yet in strife I waited
For a crush
Or clash
The latter is desired
Even more.
Speak of the devil,
See there she comes carrying my heart
Without knowing
Gosh, even sorrow saw repenting
But I can't be, but distant admirer
Those sad relics scattered
round, and gathered
I hate this feeling
Its makes me sick
Someone help me wake up from this sleep
When 'll the alarm sound its beep
Again..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Gbeti. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.