I hear a moaning in the breeze
And search for answers in the clouds
As I drift among the tallest trees
Or wander lone in busy crowds.
Words and laughter, time is swirled
And people seem so far away.
I live in my quiet world
And in a dream I pass the day.
If I should wake, the agony
Will return and rip my heart.
There is no other remedy.
In my dream we're not apart.
I dream until I fade away.
Must I live another day?
That's beautiful poetry. I'm sorry about the circumstances which led you to writing it, but you did your subjecy every justice.
i love this poem it touches the way i feel and us parents that lost our children.we feel this way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These excellent poems are well constructed and show a great deal of sensitivity. Well done, indeed!