every night I scream for help wondering if help will ever come my way
I wait every day hoping for my prayer to be answered
so many seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years have passed me by
I walk around every day with a fake smile on my face just hoping that one day the truth will come out
sitting and wishing that help will come my way.
1/18/12
hope anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but fantastic poem, a really great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, An Innocent man.