I wake at dawn
I only see yesterday
lost
forgotten
cold
Never pushing forward
Living a year past present
The days have lost their constance
Tomorow will never come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem it is just a brilliant work, it touches my heart, the hopelessness and the depression are taking over this poem, hope things are better now there, love and care iyan