Expired Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Expired
I'm living underground
And sleeping in the rain,
But there is no water
That can put out these flames.
These old hands are made
Of the coldest ice,
My head is in the sand
And I’m long gone, in too deep.
So tell me, am I still alive,
Or has my life gone bad?
Really deep poem here. Great flow as alway. A really good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/23/2024 2:38:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful poem....deep meaning..