This is my first poem, tell me what u think...
I’m so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
These wounds won’t seem to heal,
This pain is just too real.
I can’t stand the body staring back at me
Keep dreaming it will get better; that’s the key
Someone, somewhere set me free
God didn’t make me so id disappear,
Caught in the grip of my own fear.
So free I shall be;
I have my own key; somewhere
deep down inside me…
Your poem shows hope for the future. I like the poem very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem very much! ! So real and so true...