You know what’s next.
Don’t you forget.
Not scared of passing,
It’s where I’m spending everlasting.
In the heavens with my dad,
Or down below with all the bad.
Hard to tell.
Times I fell.
Things I lost.
Now it cost.
All of me,
You agree,
That nothings left.
So don’t forget
That this isn’t right.
Will I see light?
Or cry for a fight?
Things I wonder.
Should I take the plunge or?
Should I back pace.
Not show this face.
It’s got no faith.
It has no fate.
Just free writing.
Little confiding.
I’ve been waiting so long for my words to come out.
It’s practically all I’m thinking about.
Taking a stab at what tomorrow will hold.
Standing up to break the mold.
Hopefully this will get better in time.
Hopefully it got better with each line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem