When the world dies,
and your spirit falls,
what to do with the question that calls.
A bad decision being made,
her emotions now a mere facade,
her questions unanwserable.
Her soul crying,
her tears can never quench,
the fire forever sighing.
Siblings on opposing sides,
numb the betrayal of a bad choice.
What to do when you are in the middle?
To destroy or nurture?
What to do is the unanwserable question.
Deep and thoughtful. Not all questions have answers, nor do we have to answer all questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe when we leave this earth...all answers will be given.....All we can do..is learn from the biggest school of all...............The great open world Pleasure, Pain..Love..Hate....it all....we live and learn and die by........nicely written piece here Shadow.....much to read into I think.. Best wishes Jon