Revenge on your mind will eat you up
Because Hatred never bore sweetened fruit.
Blood spilled on the ground won't be enough,
To pull that rotted tree from its root.
Wasted lives were never an accident
Choices mark the roads we decide to take.
What we feed our mind soon become evident
For thoughts guide our life, there to make or break.
In the end we all hold the keys to our future,
What we think is who we soon become.
Thoughts of Hope and Peace, these will endure
Giving strength to us when our trials come.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~12.21.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Psychosis made a human mad he/she is nude with the human clothing nice one