Trails leading nowhere, having been cut off by sorrow
and grief, taking away everything, leaving me wander-
ing hopelessly through life.
Finding nothing to complete me anymore, writing, com-
posing, looking into sunsetical horizons that appear
daily.
Their beauty tempting me to reach for the shorelines
of eternity, wanting a reprieve from this earthly
world and all it's turmoil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing better to reach for than eternity. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing.