I live with the past in my hands
I live with those days in my mind
I live with the fright in my eyes
I live with the shadows on me
I live with the tears in my heart
I live with those words on my tongue
I live with the voices in my ears
I need a stop or did I had one
I live with my past in my hands
I live with the old ways there were
The time won’t go
It’s not enough kind
I can’t dare go back
And ask from those who were left behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amaaazing, do you write the poems by your self or someone helps you