Life is just, pretend.
A useless search
In "Make Believe"
That can't contend
With shattered dreams
As harsh reality,
Intercepts
The empty avenue
Of dreams.
It seems,
That, nothing
That we really want
Will then take place
Or just by chance,
Even arrive,
For Life's hard drive
Cannot bring back
Naïve illusions
That in reality
Never even played
A relevant part,
In Life's,
Unstable stage.
A very poignant write. A vivid portrayal of emptiness in life. Well crafted and conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is truly unpredictable. Well thought, dear Ma’am Sandra....10++