Engulfed within the warmth of gloom.
I sit still, inside the art room.
Void of any emotion but I feel empty.
The urge to scream was almost tempting.
I was desperate for a company.
A dead-weight, humming sad symphony.
With eyes heavy and breath steady,
I gave in to my pride and envy.
I walked away with heart heavy.
Things planned out, choices that I doubt.
I'm not ready. What's more scary?
Me? My mind? My heart? My soul?
I wish to live but I don't wanna grow old,
I wish to die but I wanna be forever young.
I wish to live but I don't wanna grow old, I wish to die but I wanna be forever young.......fantastic expression. Beautifully inscribed.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about the emotions, , What could be done to be young? ?
i wonder myself about it myself