When the bell of departing chimes,
'll I remember my greatest crimes?
When each letter with blood I wrote
Broke my pen and my will fought
When each seed of hope watered with tears
suppressed me in all my childish fears
I run to my dreams but they run from me
Imprisoned in my mind, I'll never be set free
I surrender to my resented chosen captivity
All I know is there's no hope, no escape posibility
Still something inside of me is crying
Though most of me is on the brink of dying
I try to scream but there's no voice
Helpless here without any choice
The poems to which my soul I gave
rebel on me and freedom crave
Suddenly it seems such a waste
How sad and bitter these all taste
And to whom I'm sure it won't concern
I'm left sole in this hell to burn
The poems to which my soul I gave rebel on me and freedom crave Suddenly it seems such a waste How sad and bitter these all taste brilliant and touching u have it rowan write more often...great cheers
There is always hope and tomorrow is another day. One never knows what a day will bring forth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! this is penned beautifully and brings out the inner sorrows with amazingly selected words.. rated 10! and all the best Rowan :)