for the days have passed
since i last wrote
a poem in words
words of dirt
now its changed
like everyday
a simple routine
with no play
i cough up my anger
for i cannot win
my pain is to great
caught up in anger
stress
sin
for these will not be
where i lay my head
from dust to dust
id lay pure instead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is the othere side of the coin.