They Are Far From Reach

In the circle of circumstances, the definition of love is made ambiguous. I tried many times, from the inception of my birth, to understand. Alas! I am left with traces of broken memories. Could this be the real definition?

Wondering what next to do becomes the thought, boldly printed on my forebrain.
It has led me to a painful realization that, life gives more adversities than expected.
Need I say more when I cannot distinct myself from the past glorious moments?.
A moment that will linger in history; I hunger for it!
When at all in the world will I ever be called to associate myself to the dream of reality, and how do I conform myself to the sanity of the world and live on the total liberation of sarcasm?

Until the deep and painful days are over, the memory lingers on.
I will cherish it until my dying day. It shall become my stepping stone because, friends and families, I haven't got.
Each passing day presents memories of shattered dreams.

The joy is far away from reach, leaving just the debris of painful memories.
Someone tells me when the sun sets, my lips will know the song of excitement.

I have become sidelined in the midst of many. Looking forward to see when next I will be called.
Can you see the big thoughts I have been entangled with?
Painful days have really left debris. Where are those I started with?
They've all been washed into the space of a thin smoke; lost all to the memory of time.
Needless efforts, I have made. They are far from reach!

 By: Richard Mawunyo Dartey