The sun faded beneath the skyline
A smoldering light revealed defined boundaries
In a day where everything seemed just fine
A boat of emotions overturned in the heavy seas
Inch by inch, she crept out from her incubus
As her peaks of faith were shrouded in mist
Cloaked in a ceaseless game of win or lose
Her dreams paced a hundred and eighty degrees
The sun rose above the skyline
As thoughts remained to be stuck in reverse
Her string of hope and the tale in the stars never seem to align
In a world where she can never be everything but a minute part of the universe
Her aimless being is simply a parcel of a bigger constellation
Her best will never be enough despite her unwavering devotion
She may be your beautiful dusk, but never a promising dawn
In this lifetime, she will carry along a basketful of questions
~m.c.v.a.
2.22.18 9: 44pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad yet so beautifully written.