I hold my pen up,
And with my tears i write.
I go for hours and hours,
then look and the page is all WHITE!
All my thoughts are repeated;
A story where hope by fear's defeated,
And the only plot for it is to kill,
Any one whome for love have a will.
helpless infront of my own words;
But again I try...
ashamed of the truth,
tricked by a lie
Can never find an ending...
Where the hero doesn't die.
Every time he dies,
I feel his pain.
and to the astonished audiance
I can't explain..! !
Oh Lord! ! I realize it...
and put my pen back to its grave,
ink between the lines i enslave, ,
It hit me and I felt a gloom;
it is all because of love..
and how it's always sentenced to doom...! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem