Somedays, It seems as if I ust
can't take it any more
The voice of some, feels as
Glass dishes smashing the floor
I escape, as my mind is the
Bullet proof door
So nowdays
This remedy is explored the more
I start by taking a deep breath
So I can go
Just little more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem.Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole