Grief sigh
Horrified
Hurt and sorrow
No hope of tomorrow
Questions surrounding my head
Dread
Not happy or good
I'm not understood
Why why I ask? ? ?
At last...
NO NO too fast
Go slow
I don't understand
I stand, waiting
And waiting
Nothing, wait something
No nothing
By: Erika Summons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I cannot bet....but you have tried to explain a phenomena when the brain goes blank and all you find is Nothing.....correct me if I am wrong