Life has no meaning
why do I try,
I ran to escape
this impossible lie.
I look for a route
an inglorious road,
with a dirt ridden path
and a mountain that folds.
I met my end
I saw my body,
I thought it was over
but it was a folly.
He told me 'go back'
and I was surprised,
He closed the gate
the light then subsides.
And here I am
still alive,
and I can't help but wonder
why, God why?
great poem..ur getting better and better every day, btw i like this poem even more cause that's how i feel right now, gd work :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Life is just what you make of it. Great poem.