Incertitude
Floats in the air,
Life is neither
Comforting,
Perfect nor Fair,
Love is an illusion
Difficult to find
Life is an intrusion
That dominates
The mind,
As the Future
Presents
Itself,
Lonely, sterile
And blind.
Interesting. I had to look up the meaning of incertitude (ha ha)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I choose to remain optimistic about the future. Please remember The Golden Rule: what you put out into the universe comes back to you...tenfold!