I’m longing for something that’ll give me a reason,
To sit out this bitter and lonely cold season,
But there’s nothing that lingers long enough in my brain,
To stop me from fearing the wind and the rain,
For everything passes in a cloud full of words,
My mind wanders and my speech becomes slurred,
The rhymes that before so easily came,
Don’t seem to flow right, it’s all but a shame.
For the fire that was lit with the passion and dreams,
Has long burnt out to ashes, the sun seems less to gleam,
it seems everything pure and right this life,
Fizzled out like the fire of hatred and strife,
So while I struggle to regain he pride that I’ve lost,
Society crashes around me with the raising life cost,
there is nothing to show for the years that we’ve tried,
to throw out all the pain where the hatred resides,
but it seems this wretched effort has all been in vain,
as we see all the troubles this country has gained,
So alone, it seems, is the safest way to be,
with no one to trust but myself and me,
Still, I’ll carry on searching for that reason to be,
Everything I know that I can achieve,
there’s something out there among the torn distraught faces,
To fulfil this hole, to make you go places,
searching can hurt when it seems there’s nothing to find,
But remember there’s faith and hope in mankind.
Hope like a tiny life preserver, in the middle of the ocean.
you're very good, this poem is also very good i loved reading it and it had a message everyone can relate to. -JJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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