Plans are shattered, hopes lost
Amid a tangle of resentful thoughts:
The mind receives a dulling thud
For its excited time has all been spent
For naught.
Only the anguish left behind
Can remind us of the void within,
And so we force a smile to show
We do not mind, and hide
With desperate care, our vacant soul
And dare forget the disappointment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is amazing. I feel I can relate because you wrote this at my age, and I love all of the imagery.