I don’t know why, the world is cold.
The evil in my body is taking over my soul.
I don’t know why I feel darkness in hate.
The way the world is my soul is on the break.
I don’t know why the time goes so fast.
I don’t know why my soul is cold like the Arctic.
I don’t know why I feel like I’m lock in jail.
My soul can’t make bail
maybe you need someone to fill up that empty soul of yours. you need Jesus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'd like to agree with the statement before mine but i agree to an extent. i know how it is to not knowing the 'why' of something, and with not knowing comes that emptyiness we sometimes lose our-selves to. nice work on the poem.