screaming so loud
but no-one is hearing
the screams are more than a sound
they are a cry for help
i see people
this is all so strange to me
i can not see their faces
they turn their backs on me
i have no-one, nothing
only hope
Hope springs eternal, and with the death of Hope comes a war above all others in the country and state of ones soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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