I never meant to hurt anybody.
Then why? Why i always wound;
A person, a moment, a soul.
When it was only my dying sword.
I cant think of any othet image
Than the wounded, broken victim.
My mind, my dirty soul
Aches as 7hell's hole.
Im tired of being the beast.
But still i wont live this earth,
Throw myself against the wall
Cause i already feel like i fall
Onto the floor dead and pale
Naming my vice to the Lord
He stabs a lightning through my brain
And sends me in Otherside's jail.
I rot in my cell for a hundred years.
My pictures of memories fade in my head.
But im still crying in bed.
Pull my blanket gently in thight but i still tear it apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
~As humans, we occasional hurt others. If it was unintentional, it can be forgiven. Good poem, Emoka. Thanks for sharing. Peace
thank you very much for these kind words. i hope ill got the idea to write more poems in english. Peace