The world I live in has become cracked, just like me,
Why must I seek out such a shattered vision of a dream?
An eternal sleep with no kiss of love to awaken me from my pain,
Shall god cry tears of rain and sobs of thunder for me?
I have become almost a mirror image of my own falings,
My confusion is but a dropp in this bleak ocean of existance,
Yet I do not believe in God almighty, for he is wrath and jealousy,
Tick tock, tick tock, the hands of time are my judge,
And all that matters is the trail I leave behind...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad piece of writing. (Try 'Sundial' when you have a spare minute. Thanks.