The negativity
has kept me in captivity
The anger is painful
but I try to be great full
About to burst into flames
My poetry is the only thing that keeps me sane
As I lay restless in the empty tomb
I look out the window and gaze at the moon
The tears continue to run down my face
as I sit alone in dark empty place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem