My Blah Life Poem by Daniel Motte
My Blah Life
Hiding in complete ignorance
nothing more than just a hindrance,
walk through a path beaten
by many confused beings
completel pushed aside,
feelings which never falter
seem to have crashing
not even your own mother, can heal
this no one to confide this
curse to and in an empty vase
your worry makes you a worthless soul
in which seemed to have lost the
purpose for which it lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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