Any given day, there is some violence or contempt destroying the desired joy we all hope to achieve;
There's cold ugliness and abandonment on callous streets where love vanishes and hope retreats;
Perhaps, one day we'll die in an unforeseen moment and pedestrians will walk over our bodies like discarded trash;
every kiss comes to an unwelcomed conclusion and every sacred memory is doomed to the outskirt corners of the past;
our hearts begin to fade like ancient photographs sitting silently in sunlit suburban windows;
and the only answer to the overwhelming sadness is to discover some personal redemption within;
one has to create their own mystical, protective charm and define their own purposeful reason to exist;
I'm living alone now remembering a woman's eyes, and maybe that will be the last thought on my last night
but I'm determined to see myself through any afternoon discouragement and descending midnight gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that poem is so eall and fdescribes life