I no longer feel any discomfort.
For it is all that I am drowning in.
I gave up putting anymore effort.
Trying not to commit ultimate sin.
The unspeakable sin sinking my heart.
Mad at everyone, but still feel guilty.
Guilt and relief in sin tear me apart.
The thoughts are out of my ability
Constantly tired, but always sleeping.
It is the only way to slip away.
But still dreaming of non stop screaming.
It's hard to face the day, with no pathway.
Everyday fighting between right and wrong.
Soldiers may feel abandoned, but keep strong.
It is nice poetry. Good concept, rhyme and flow. Keep inking.
Everyday fighting between right and wrong is common in path of life shared here. This poem is entirely drafted well with wise motive. Fantastic sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good one, your first at Poem Hunter, Keaka.. welcome and keep on posting.. ;)