Looking At The Sunset Poem by Jean Eugene Guan

Looking At The Sunset



Forgot how it is to dream
Life is not how it used to be
Where I am in this darkness
When can I be free?

Afraid of all the mystery
The changes from the past
Withheld from all the future
By the things that do not last

Here I am in my weakness
My hands are worn from all toil
Weary from all the striving
Destitute and foil

My heart is torn in pieces
This life is not how I thought it should be
My dreams are hollowed recesses
Of my yesterday's joviality

The rivers of youth quickly run dry
Hope sighs as she cries
Lest the streams of dreams die
Let the sun never ever rise

Friday, July 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,sadness,loneliness
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