to runaway to fill this pain
hate'in every day to hate it in every way
to fill this every day
to deal with memoires
to runaway to slove this thing
i call pain
to hate life
but in stead
i deal
lookin forward to each day
hope'in for change
just for one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... really fine! (Stranger things have happened, but for two days prior to discovering your anguishly tearing, beautifully written poem 'To Runaway', I'd been working on a poem ('To a Runaway') which lyrically chronicles the acceptance of a 15 year old girl in flight, who found acceptance and solace in our communal family of thirty years prior... Yup, we knew we were breaking the law, but...) Even if I could put my personal experiences and sentiments on a far back burner, this would still be a treasure. Again, this is fine work!