Our dreams are past.
Our days are gone
After all we've tried
Nothing seem to be done
Dark smokes now bocks our views
The fear to try stops us
There are no ways to make it through
we are tired we dont know what to do
Every season we sow but do not reap
solutions, none of them solves our problems
we are lied to, the truth we dont know
all our sufferings what will we do with them?
Our dreams now nightmares
our future now impossible
our joy is now rare
to try something new we are not capable...
By Igwe Cynthia
Behind pessimistic views one can find little things with which one can enjoy life.Try to see them too.Picture them with colours of scenes imaginatory.You will enjoy it too. Write also poems imagining yourself in another's position.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our days were once our past dream Lol thanks for sharing