God Im hurt.
I said God Im hurt.
And god said I know.
I siad God I cry a lot.
And God said thats why I gave you tears.
I said God I get so damn depressed.
And God said thats why I gave you sunshine.
I sais God life is so hard.
And God said thats why I gave you loved ones.
I said God my Loved ones dead.
And God said I watched mine nailed to the cross.
I said God your loved one lives.
And God said so does yours.
I said God where are they?
And God said mine is on my right and yours is in the light.
I said God it hurts.
And God said I know
I actually read your rewrite (June 07) before I read this, your possible original. The feeling is, to me, identical. As for the 'polish', this the dark of night (pardon the double entendre) , and your rewrite is 'l ' heure bleue'. I find that sitting under a tree in that magical time of days end is a much better place to be, even if alone.... and perhaps before the second star presents itself, you'll have someone with whom to share the sky. I can but echo my comments re your revision... Wonderful!
your poem really touched me, and i mean really got me too. you have a way with words. i too was abused and know where your coming from, try to hold on, your worth more than those bad people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can you send me that poem or tell me where I can order it. It is god it hurts