i wait for the day that i'm alive
i wait for the day my heart beats and i feel
i wait for the day people see me and not thru me
not knowing that death draws ever nearer
sneaking upon me like a thief
he stalks me
romances me
tantalizes me
when will i forget that i'm alive?
that the pain that beats within my heart
muscle of sorrow contantly growing
cease to exist and give me peace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece of writing. I did not expect this approach, so, I consider it creative. But it's also a bit philosophical and I like that too. GW62