Day 4
was amusing
not yet entertaining
but amusing
i don't know if it was good
or bad
how are you supposed to know
until its too late
I hope i will know
lies were told
then misplaced
then misjudged
can't back out now
i can't hide myself from the torture
even though its myself doing it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem