Tears of furstration cross my face.
The world is a blurry place.
I clench my fists in hope that, the anger will disapear.
But is does not go, it calls to me, to destroy my fear.
I cry out in furstration for my heart is damaged.
And then my world is damaged too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem