as i lay down to sleep
my wounds would begin to bleed
the pain to much to say
i would be a ship in the bleeding bay
hoping my life wouldnt have been a waste
while the world lost all its taste
i fought to bring it to peace
but at the cost of me in pieces
dont let my life go to waste
bring this world back its taste
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hate to be blunt, but this is the only poem of yours (as there are 8) that I thought was good. Tear me down if you wish... -Storm