I stand alone
In a room of chaos
While those around me
Try to know me
But they never will
Becuase they arn't that bright
They don't understand
Their ideas arn't right
I preach these words
So none may hear
I preach to those
Who are not near
I stand alone
And try to teach
This dying race
How to live
But no one listens
And no one hears
The whispered worries
Of a dying dream
lots of meaning behind it... i like it a lot
i really like this poem! your a great poet. much love. check mine out.. -christina
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I would like to translate this poem
stand alone And try to teach This dying race How to live But no one listens And no one hears The whispered worries Of a dying dream very nice expressions. u think differently and that is so fine.. thank you for sharing