life’s too hard
and I’m too weak
I find no reason
yet still i speak
what is my sin?
why do i ache?
my spirit trembles
and my body shakes
drained of hope,
i lay me down.
at the mercy of god
reassurance not found
awaiting my hell
i sit and i fade.
sulfuric smell
invading my space.
this is my fate
written before time.
to be devoured by self,
and have nothing divine.
You are far to talented and young to die just yet Logan. great poem. 10 from nurturing, well sometimes! ! ! Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
logan, i thnk you need to tackle more subjects, more issues rather than your pain all the time. a poet needs to be sensitive about everything. be resourceful. hit readers like a flood.