Sometimes feeling lonely
Sometimes feeling wrecked
Sometimes cries my soul
For things I can't forget.
Broken lives are precious
Empty minds are for vain
Sometimes words are treasures
To calm away my pain.
Words may destroy then
They may bring salvation
It's hard to make a wisdoms step
A step to new creation.
Sometimes feeling as the hell
As if it could be a bit better
As if a lonely soul's bell
Nothing else is doesn't matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, Andrey. Thanks for sharing