My heart starts pounding so very fast,
And I wonder if my soul will last,
Through the pain and awful fire,
Too long I've allowed it to transpire,
Dragging my spirit through gravel and spit,
My sword I've dropped and cannot grip,
As hell rains down upon my skin,
The is a battle I cannot win.
For Laura 12/28/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem