In seperate worlds, they breathe now;
so sad, these worlds, like coffins,
each silent to the other,
yet life be ever present,
just enough to offer Chance, Time...Hope-
for two Hearts beating, drumming;
tho' neither will feel
the others pulse Today,
o'er' the pain,
the madness... of Yesterday.
Time tolls, and its echo fades in moments,
its forward arrogance, heartless, insidious;
But, that's alright for if this weren't so
perhaps Tomorrow would deal a worsen hand,
And it's Tomorrow that offers Hope and Chance
for all that Yesterday could not find,
for whatever reasons that logic won't deduce,
may be explained in the moments before dying.
FjR-MMXV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem