I was told, I did not listen.
So many answers, yet no question.
For some, life is a prison.
Because it's as dangerous as a death mission.
I was young, but now I'm old.
And I'm feeling cold.
Wish I could turn back time.
My mind as dark as an ancient abandoned mine.
All those memories have cast into the past.
Who knew could fly by so fast?
Its like I have been hit.
And pushed into a bottomless pit.
This heart is engulfed with sorrow.
Still awaiting light tomorrow
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insight depiction of life at its deplorable low ebb, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Adam.