Some are war unto self
Attacking from within
Blowing fits to their faces
Inflicting wounds to their souls
Some are enemies of self
Forever trampling on their hopes
Dismissing their every attempt
Declaring failure before a try
They walk as if owed by the world
Yet never ready to claim their place
They rather sit and be aggrieved
Instead of stating their case
Some are just flowing along
Letting situations toss them to and fro
Nothing is ever their cause
Yet in their lives they seek a course
Some are slaves of their pasts
They live in yester years
Imprisoned in the gates of hate
Wallowing in their sadness
They choose not to see the light
So blinded are their eyes
They lead each to darkness
In the confines of pain and regret
Although the rainbow shines in their eyes
They see not its wonderful colours
They still see the storms
The still float in dark waters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem