For you leave me with the doom
It seems that I'll be just every loon
And not said
Timing was always the strain
It always ties me upon in a chain
And I moan
Now I don't feel any more smart
A time is a-shoving
By here I'll go again
Yet all I can do now is frown.
Hurt now as you dare
A time when I sit on shelf
Guess all I can do now is seethe
A way of lies
Stuck trying to just shove
Even if you try to act like a dove.
Is it my shame?
Here I am screaming
A time doubt
By the fears
Weaker
And the chances slowly disappears
Time goes as I wanted to try
Denial of access flies on further by
No way prepares
For all you do is always just strafe
As I wonder about a fate.
A way had stared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem