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…
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Category: Sad
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Nicely written. Your poem revolves around feelings of sorrow and longing, depicted through the metaphor of embarking from a ship onto an uncertain shore, symbolizing a journey through life marked by loss and unfulfilled hopes.
This poem holds feelings of loss and melancholy with a sense of longing. Well done
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