See I don't have much.
Not many things that my hands can touch.
A smile on my face never lasts long.
See change is not something I see as wrong.
Change can be either good or bad.
I attempt to make things better, just by a tad.
It's getting to the point I'll write like three poems in three days on one little pad.
Releasing all my rage on paper when I get mad.
Poetry is the expression of one's soul.
Everyday I'm underground digging out invaluable coal.
Each day I spend there I grow older.
And as each day I passes, I grow colder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem