All people live in their houses
Except me!
I live in a narrow room
Between insects and mice.
There are no windows.
Only four walls.
Small doors….
Lead to dark holes.
I die everyday,
But no one hears my calls.
No one sees the tears,
And no one feels my falls
so touching really brought tears to my eyes...i love the way you choice your words
sometime's there are no saviours in bad circumstances, even us are on earth, but there is nothing that is negation that hast no meaning, not bad poem either, It's a reality of some cells in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i truly loved this poem