Sooner at later

Can't swim on nor drown,
Loving life, I'll emerge
At the deadend I frown,
A look of pain and rage.

Because of the smoke
My lungs are black.
Things, which you spoke
Made my soul wreck.

Every night you
In my dreams sing.
I'll forget the bloom
Of leaving spring.

A look of the eyes
On life, not getting better
But Sooner or later
Sun breaks the ice
Sooner or later
The new spring comes.

Reviews

[Howard Savage]

Great poem and strong metaphors concern every day life. Can't win for losing, but sooner or later the sun will shine in ones back door.