Living on edges of life, wondering when it will end.
Trying to make the best of things daily, doesn't seem
to be enough, because there's so much heartache and
strife getting in the way.
Other people, envious and jealous, bar the way to peace
and happiness with their petty thoughts and tattling
for no reason.
People with no souls are trying to tell us what to do
with our lives - yet, they can't do anything for
themselves.
(9: 36 a.m. - 11/26/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem