Slipping away
In the spiral down.
All of the colors
Fade as I drown.
Clawing at the surface
As I drift down below.
Fading memories of long ago.
I never asked for what I got.
I never got what I wanted.
Looking back, I understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DansJust read yours and felt like writing this Looking back I understand I am wearied with sighing Every night I flood my bed with weeping I drench my couch with my tears My eyes are dimmed with sorrow They have aged because of all my foes For I never got what I wanted But I still have trust in the Lord lovely poem dear 10+++ as always love anjali