Laying in bed and staring at the ceiling.
The headphones in my ears but no music is playing.
Only silence in an useless day.
I breath slowly and feel the cold air in my lungs.
The sad feeling runs in my veins, I don't even know why.
Searching for an answer in the empty space, and hoping to wake up tomorrow to a better day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To do good for someone is fine way to start the day, but is not our real purpose to bring praise to our God and Father. Read mine - Sometimes In Supplication - Adeline