It arrives as the morning,
insidious, treacherous, and heartless,
laid out before me,
my shadow's own perilous and cruel design,
regret and despair...
i have to...
and again.
Real deal dude. Keep digging deep, use your sadness to create more beauty like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh wow! A wonderful write.. Full of emotions... Keep courage.... No one is ever alone... The someone who created us and surely love us is always there... 👍👍10++++++++++++++++++++++...you may like to read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila