I watch my self in the mirror and have so many questions and I feel as if I can't come up with a logical answer. So many thoughts race through my mind of missed
opportunities and what I should have done and how it might have made a difference. How I wonder if ill ever again have the chance to make all my wrong right.These words are like arrows they go right right through me reminding me of lost time I can never make up of a fate that I have chosen.
THIS THE END OF ME...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true..our choices can be the end of us. Once made, there's no way back, so better be careful. A nice piece.