my life is a boulevard
i am a piece of broken dreams
my life is a bough
i am a piece of shredded leaves
my life is a road
i am a crossroad of chaos
my life is a space
i am a void of evil thoughts
my life is a waste
i am a face of an unwanted child
my life is a test
i am a failure
my life is a root
i am a debris of broken dreams
my life is a shoot
i am rising against interred nightmares
good write deep to the bones...great poem...well done.. Best Wishes, Ency Bearis
OMG Beibee, this sounds just like me. I am all of this and more. I am a floor, being trampled to death. You may be in Nigeria, Beibee, but your poem spans the world, and many throughouut the world can identify. I am in America, and this sent shivers down my back becasue it is so much me, it is scary. You have written this like it is for a lot of people. Thank you for sharing, you write very well and from the soul. Hugs, Barbara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
barbara... thank you for your kind and thoughtful words. the poem sounds like millions of us on the face of this world - irrespective of the race, space or face. we breathe the same air and share almost the same fear. fulgencio, thanks too!