Cry I will not
For my bruised heart, rejected and banished
Cry I will not
For the lost souls of man
The wanderers who never find rest
Did it start that way….where were they ment to go?
Who were they ment to be?
Cry I will not
For the frustrating pursuit of self
Who are we?
Who are we to become?
Will we ever know ourselves?
Each trying to control another
In a quest to gain power
Cry I will not
For In the end it is all useless,
The dreams, the quest
Our only destination is a cold grave
Cry I will not
This was such a beautiful, wonderful poem...and filled with such power in it.. I absoluty loved it..and I'll carry it with me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved this work for the last line which makes it more than true..meaningful... destination being grave....