Westward we head
In search of surf and sun
We ran faster
Stretched further
But the same cross looms.
The current coming in
Leaving friends far behind
Our messiah long lost,
So close to joy.
Light fades into what?
Better men know.
If only I cared
Well done Ryan.....penned with flow of life's colour and feeling...keep expressing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. It flows smooth and isn't two long. Asks good questions. Nice. I give it a 9.