Miles, I have passed away,
seem to be too short,
seem to be lost all on a sudden.
I still see the faces, the eyes,
I still feel the loves, the hates.
These all are my past.
Try to touch him
with my every breath,
try to stop him for once,
But I miss him, I fail to stop him
walking away from me.
He is my complicated present.
Thinking a lot, I look in front of me.
A smoky, foggy way ahead,
he is calling me, he is unknown,
I can't see his last,
can't see my final destination.
This is my uncertain way to future.
I start walking again.
I know, I will stop another day
feeling tired of this walking,
And will look back,
Again I will sigh, and say,
' Miles, I have passed away,
seem to be too short,
seem to be lost all on a sudden...'.
“He is my complicated present.” Wonderful idea! The theme of the poem and the composition is very nice. I love this intelligent write with 10+++
very very nice and deep lines...you did a very nice poem its a tenner cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem, captures a flavor of life and love. - nice