True meaning of sorrow

by Haris Čolić

I used to stand on the shore,

With my feet in the sand

And sight to adore.

There I will stand, nevermore.

I used to run across the beach,

Under the summer sun

And the sky within my reach.

Now I'm movable less than a beech.

I used to take a stroll through the streets,

Without a specific goal

And with no fear of defeats.

I was defeated by my own deceits.

I never appreciated the gift I had,

When I got the disease, I was humiliated,

And they drove me mad.

Now, running again is my only fad.

I used to stand on the shore,

With my feet in the sand

And sight to adore.

I'll never be able to stand anymore.

Comments

The message is so simple, yet so powerful. Beautiful poem.

Kiwi