Memories, good or bad will always be within my mind,
at times filling an emptiness that has begun in death's
embrace.
Knowing in depths of intellect, possibilities of that
can be attained, forcing impossibilities through our
lives.
Hoping for the best as we travel solo paths into the
future, nothing holding us in the confines of ever-
after.
Walking, lonely and empty through deserted walkways
of our lives in the end, breaking bonds with life we
gently are separated.
Wending our ways into another time and place in a
future universe and dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem