Call it just a mere existence and I will understand why they say it's useless... this life of no purpose where planning is unknown and goals are never met...A life of zero dreams and lesser ambitions...call it hopeless and watch it crumble like a foundationless castle...attach all the hate to it and see its core colors of brutal truth...they call it motionless because it is forever static...no direction...no value none whatsoever...no change...no hope...no nothing...but the life of no purpose weighs heavy than all the positive thoughts combined...we breath through old wounds of shattered visions...we look ahead in pains of empty promises...we are chained by our thoughts of how it must be...we are strapped by the belts of mental distractions...they say no pain no gain is the slogan of hope we must relate to...we all want to achieve somethings in our lives but it is the 'HOW' part that's forever blurry...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an insightful rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. Well conceived and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.