I used to be afraid,
Of the wind,
It might blow me away,
A storm might come,
And take my family from me..
A tornado may arise,
From the ashey dirt lands,
Destroying me,
My hope may leave me,
In agony.
The dust may kick up,
Leaving me behind,
I may be blinded,
By the burning sun rise,
I may be scolded,
By the hot summer air,
I may be left alone,
Unable to bare.
The sea might kick up,
Drowning everyone,
As i float at the top,
Alone,
With no one.
What if I am left alone?
I am alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem