Here I am
Once again
Writing a poem
Am I dead?
The less I see
The more I know
Finally now
I am free!
No longer bound by human ways
Yet my scars cant hide my shame
Heaven and hell are both the same
Am I the one I have to blame?
I am out of precious time
But no its not
Not a lie
That I know the reason why I died.
So here I lay
Wounded and broke
Forget my name
And wash my stain
Off the ground
And wait for rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem