Walking down
the lonely road
You look
to the left
to the right
Lookout for
snipers
Between the thin line
of life
and death
you'd never know
who you really
are
great! sigh... maybe..we all have trouble finding who we really are sometimes..
Fear that will sense less paralyze you........between the thin line of birth and death And you will never know who you really are..............I loved this absolute truth in your lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn’t that what we all feel at some point in our lives, fear holds us back and fills our hearts. “Who you really are? ” no one will ever know that. Very touching, small but meaningful.