My Thoughts

I am going daft as if I step from  a ship

Down the gangway, unhurriedly, slowly.

Clinging to fragments of memory chip;

My soul aches with deep pain realy.

I grew sorrowful over my loses

In the gathering darkness.

Ah, if only God mighty

Would  choose to forgive me.

And every day, I ran again.

And so from year to year.

But all my life hoped-for shore

A kind of mirage Fata Morgan…