digging around the dirt trying to find a way to get free
i kept searching
i kept searching
i couldn't find a way
i could feel the leash breaking
then crimson butterfly's swarmed around me
i kept digging
i kept digging
i found my hope
i kept going
i kept going
i found the way
feeling the sun on my head
i kept burning
i kept burning
the moon was up 5 minutes later
the cold coming on my skin
i was freezing
i was cold
then the sun came up
the butterfly's were on me during the burn and the freeze
like they were controlling the moon and the sun
like they where giving me strength
like a battle
against the elements
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine write.......... why feel dead.......... come alive and write.........