Dwindling light.
Another lonely night.
Another hopelessly moon.
Drowning is the love we had in the ocean of excuses.
The future is sailing along the river of tears with half-mast flags.
The past and deceived emotions are becoming friends.
All alone with my thoughts, my heart and hopes commence to soar.
The path I thought we would forever walk get to be narrower,
What happened to us?
The dark is the I have to habituate.
Good poem..the last line I think you missed some words there
All round, a good poem I will like to highlight line 3- “ Another hopelessly moon” Couldn’t get the message there or what it doing in the poem
All round, a good poem I will like to highlight line 3,i couldn’t get the message there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or is it “I“ that you are referring to yourself into