No more laying down
It is time to take a stand
But who is it I am taking a stand to
For I know most of it is my fault
It always is
So how is it I take a stand against myself
And who is it I face first
Those who have wronged me
And continue to cause me pain
Or myself
The seed of it all
i'm the seed of this life of pain
i have grown into
people may have watered me
helped me grown
into what i have become
but i was the one that became a seed of pain
a seed of hate
why could i not have grown to be a seed of happiness
a seed of joy
why even kid myself
i shall never be either
for i am a seed of darkness and depression
anger and hate
pain and suffering
and sadly that will never change
too bad for me i suppose
i better stopping dreaming of better days
for i am only giving myself false hope
You will be happy is your fate The plate of others filled with hate First must you learn to avoid or devour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem is so beautiful. I understand what you mean. someone once told me 'Never give up. God gives us a cross to bear. Even if the cross is heavy and painful. in the end, once he remove it, we will have a better life. and a place of his kingdom.' now I don't know if you believe in God. but those words really got to me.