i have suffered
for my vanity.
i have
cried
tried
died
punched myself
into unconsciousness.
i have
bled
for my stupidity.
my utter disregard
for
my
well being.
(11-13-1980)
I found this sad, but with truth in it, if that makes sense. Keep on, you have a talent. Your poem is inspiring. Thank you for sharing this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Sir