Shots and needle
haunt my life
Hurting my brother
and others of his kind
Pain and hurt
haunt my life
Giving me the haunting feeling
to hold that knife
Nearness and cold
haunt my head
Only escaping
when I go to bed
My homemade darkness
is covering my light
So all I have to do now
Is fight
Fight for life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written...a geat poem...take care and be aware.