20 years of blind following,
in the name of trust, love and serenity.
20 years of killing faith,
did it ever matter?
.
20 years of hope destroyed,
as we see them overtake our lifes.
Add 20 meanings to life.
Will they never matter?
.
20 years of painful lies,
for manipulative masters of headcrushing mice.
Yet another 20 years to rise,
will it ever matter?
.
Breath alive the 21st time.
And you still wonder my unattainable life.
Saving self 21st time seemed perfect crime,
but will those 20 lives ever matter?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain and distress and hopelessness. being in the hand of others subjected and kept under the custody by others...... all these came in this poem. love it because there is a sense of originality in it....... thank you dear poet. tony
Thank you Tony. Glad you loved it. Please check out the other ones by me too. Your (re) views are most welcome. :) More to come. Hang in there.