With this life I am going,
The pain only grows,
Yet the pain has become anger,
So it's less my emotion shows,
My words become deeper,
My actions have no thoughts,
I'm lost in a trance,
A dream that haunts,
My very fabrication,
The meaning to what is life,
Now that I am getting older,
Love now holds a price,
Family's letting go,
The days become so long,
As this rage fills my temptation,
The thought of death becomes strong,
All I do is ask myself,
Where did I go wrong?
I preach the choir daily,
But for God I have no song,
I'm finding myself speechless,
It's hard to do what I did,
Knowing once it made me happy,
And now all I do is sin,
So I'm letting the pen drop,
Let the sound fill my ears,
Soon the bullet will ring too,
And I'll finally find my cheers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad poem - written beautifully - every line full of emotion ... 'where did I go wrong? ' a question that can be so haunting... and sometimes its not even that one went 'wrong' it might have just been the path meant to be taken... But, this is truly a wonderful poem...