A dark uneasy fog hovers
Loneliness gnaws carelessly
Strong undercurrents of sadness well up
To wash away the unsuspecting
A sense of foreboding envelops
Unnerving the soul
A barren wasteland, the soul wanders
Banished from the light today
Aching to break out of
The rotting outer shell that drains
Yearning to know if this darkness
Will last forty days or forty years
Is there a path that leads
Out of this ceaseless meandering
And will the light bathe
The seekers soul again
This is wonderfu! Great title for a somwhat dark subject. Excellent poem Anita. Rx.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anita, are you sure we are not related. Your poems reflect much of what I try to say. Well done again