Why,
Am I prisoner?
Why,
am I trapped in this world?
(I need to the key before I loose myself.)
I don’t wanna feel love.
I don’t wanna feel pain.
But the things you put me through
intoxicates my veins.
I saw you with that other guy,
I clench my fist with rage.
How can you do this to me?
Just because of my age.
Now I’m at the edge of a cliff,
with fire in my eyes.
Look at what you’ve done to me
now I believe I can fly…
I’m flying…
like a angel in the sky.
This feeling won’t last long
I don’t have any wings.
I’m falling….
The angels turned to stone.
Even when I’m facing death
you are there….
Witnessing my last breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
99% of all species that ever lived are extinct. No problem you will ever have will last more than say, oh,80 years? Angst leads to great poems. And this is a great poem! Thanks, Bob