These words scream to me.
They are familiar.
Just left.
But already back.
Just taking another attack.
I wish to be free!
Can't you hear my plea?
A poet with their unfinshed story.
Just living her life in a hurry.
Just a teen.
In need.
Need for god.
But slowly stepping away again.
Wantng this book to end.
But terror is in.
Putting this talent to use.
A talent thats my curse.
I enjoy it.
Not the pain.
But the talent.
8/6/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A talent is a gift from GOD - use it.