A shadow playing at being a man,
So long, that he forgets, what he is,
A poor rendering of a true life
An insubstantial copy of the true original
This is what life without hope evolves into,
This is only just
Existence
A shadow has no substance. Nicely encapsulated poem depicting state of hopelessness and life at its lowest ebb. A lovely piece bristling with insight. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb Poem...Nicely written.