The pain, my tears, my fears, I felt the boy the man who drowns in sand. I need a hand to pull me out, the boy, the man who cries with a shout.Aloud to hear thee echoes of pain, trapped in time the boy who lives inside the man. Trying to cope and stay a float,
but feel myself withering away in to my deep polluted thoughts of what happen to me as child on yesterday. Being in the present of the folks who caused the hurt, and people sitting and faking like you have no idea why they left the church.! My heart is heavy, my hair is turning grey. Saying I love you to the one who stood by my side and was there to wipe the tears from my eyes when mentally Im not okay really! Cant stand the reflection of what I see, the man, the boy, whose trapped inside of me. HELP Me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem