the anger in one
is thanks to us all
hits you and kicks you
before it makes you fall
murder and hate
will draw our fate
but how much can we talke
until our hearts break
is this color red
or is this color us
then there is loneliness
and the sorrow of our parents
what is this room filled with?
death and grief?
or is it just you and me?
alone with the pittyfull color
...black
This young man has a talent for poetic expression. He took something that might be nothing worth reading and made it enjoyable. What a skill! GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raw feelings ,beautifully executed