The will of my heart has withered,
To go on has become a heap of futile efforts,
To hav come this far n see it end this way,
To see the dawn rise how much more wil I hav to pay...
Moments pass by with sand under my feet sliping,
Memories stand guard to the fear of me escaping,
I have grown tired of wasting my time thinking abt the choices I hav made,
Coz I cnt move forward while looking behind,
The only thing I can do is change the way I used to b,
Just what my eyes have refused to see....
I long to breath from this lonliness,
For the windows to my heart r closing inch by inch,
Lame n blind r my guide on the streets I walk,
Is this feeling pulling me down again? !
Or is thr sumthing that pushes me to closer to pain? !
The look inside my eyes r pitiful,
Strength is petrified by the cast of the shadows of my own fears,
In this a foray of never ending black lights? ? ?
Is this how i bleed to my end.....? ?
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