I still hear the voices, don't be scared little boy, it'll be okay. Remember you've survived when your whole family died.
Wrap in a blanket, so cold and all alone.
Smoke killed them the man in the fire suit says to the cop, and just like that tragedy struck with all the rotten luck.
And you blame anyone and everyone.
Lashing out till the day you become a man.
You know nothing till you meet such a fate.
Pull out the heart and inspect it.
Just how many scars does it got?
How many before it breaks?
What is the limit in which it can take?
Between heaven and earth I can hear the words of a muttered curse.
A wishing of the world to be undone for everyone.
An insatiable appetite for pain.
A rush and a thrill at the same time.
The consequences we all face in this life can be monotonous and disastrous.
It's a feeding frenzy, and you got exactly what they want.
Can you endure the constant punishment.
Another victim of happen stance.
He must be given another chance.
Can it be fixed?
An alternate reality that is yet again relived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You touch very interesting topics here. A tragedy that is perpetuated through time. The question might be: Does It is it a past that can be overcome? I think the answer is Yes. Very deep and good Poem