I woke up one dreary morning
Dark clouds lay over head
A feeling of loss and fear
Before I get out of my bed
My body in shock
My soul filled with pain
As I look at the screen
Only 44 still remain
An act of wickedness
Tore out my aching heart
Trampled upon it
And ripped it apart
Shes back. But Nickie be weary of everybody. Great poem of an evil episode. All the best Ian
That's very disheartening Nicola...... Laters...........Joshua.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
be strong i'm gonna be with you, pal!