Take a stand and let me know
Which direction we shall go,
A nearer time than today
Shall not again come our way...
Hearts be true, yet, hands be still,
Paralyzed, they wait until
The moments have all but passed,
Few in reach are left to grasp...
Like a ghost crept out at night
Moaning still his weary plight
Haunts the chambers where he lived
The life he spent unfulfilled...
The vapors of something lost
Into composition tossed,
Makes this unnatural ghost,
A most disconsolate host...
I fear that's what's left of me,
An unrepairable deficiency,
Truth cannot be falsified,
Somewhere-it appears,
In full bloom and more sincere...
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Wonderful poem, but the depth of it is so sad, Like a ghost crept out at night, , heartfelt work here, so well done. Such a touching read.
Although its so sad but its not bad at all very well written and emotinal, i like the way you write my friend the real poet have to be at first honest and you are, Good job keep the good work up: -) ~ Blessings~
all of us have ghosts in life and you speak for us like you, we also fear the same thing wow.
A very nice softening poem..puts me into a lull as I read.. beautifull.
Very nice work here my friend :) You write with your heart and soul, and yes we need to grasp the opportunities while they`re there.Excellent work! Take Care, Arild
Great poem expressing the need to grasp opportunities in life before its too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem :) nice work