I was dreaming of the past
Why do good things never last?
Happiness is a facade; its just out of reach
It's what in my heart; I most beseech
Crushing waves of sorrow; drown my soul
It's been a long time; since I felt whole
Why is it that I'm so afraid?
Brighter days could be; a few heartbeats away
I am feeling insecure
Things don't seem; as they once were
I am shivering inside
Puddles form; from the tears I've cried
This sadness feels like a battle I just can't win
Darkness surrounds me; I'm drowning from within
Listen closely to hear what I don't say
Give me a reason; to want to stay
I'm spiraling down; out of control
If I reach up my hand; will you grab hold?
A caring word can be all it takes
To prevent someone from making a terrible mistake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Night is always followed by dawn. These two as also joy and grief are the phases in one's life following one another closely and certainly. Thus, one must move on to welcome the phase of joy while passing through the other.