dabble pain harsh emotion to fall down, all
seems to go wrong, and nobody even tried to
go back home
naive atmosphere showered every distance;
like a smoking gun powder smell of incense
catches every nose that dying is waiting, ready
to snap everything when everybody is done
wait no more, so sleepy that even the freezing
wind of the ice pole, won't stop the teardrops
eyes has to fall it down
shine my soul, the trembling soul, can't stop
the pain, not the fire that burn my skin nor the
suffering that close near me to end
splash me and ignite my body, for i kept on
shouting but nobody seems to listen, until i
scream, cried and laugh; and my whole body die
with sin
finally, i pose as joy lighted my excitement
of grit, pushing my teardrops falls down my lips
and the rain stops my pain.....
a great narrative poem shared...well delivered...you pulled me up to the screen........10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written. The agony well captured!