When you're past the point of no return, the feelings can be somewhat alone.
Alone by yourself, is all you can hear; thoughts that speak louder than everything else.
Why alone, when the no return should be good and not bad; that's how I feel, why this way.
I venture to understand the confusion of this, but nothing comes just same feelings a'miss.
But I shall wait and venture on again, and again; because no matter how long it takes, or how much loneliness it makes; the end is near, and the time felt alone about to disappear. This time I win and am, even if it comes at the very end!
No return; just the end.
(8/22/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem