My life is gone

My life is dark and black and sad:
It’s just as dust, without a lad.
It’s like a dream that never fades
or like a sound that always wades.

My life is gone, forever now.
I do not know the why, the how:
It fled, escaped, it ran away
as madness shaped or like a prey.

My life had vanished long time ago
without permission, it took my soul
and went chasing my false illusions
before my death, after delusions.

 

Very nice, my friend.

Thanks for sharing your feeling and thinking.
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Regards.

 

De pronto la vida parece haber fundido sus razones, y uno anda así, perdido. Solo, desvanecido. Ya sé que no era el fin, pero su poema me hizo pensar en un buen rap. De hecho lo leí rapeando.

Es bueno verlo de nuevo amigo. Tenía tiempo sin verlo por acá.

Hasta pronto.

 

Whe the sadness cover all... the only thing that we can do is write...
It's a great poem...