As if life depended on it
I'm swaying back and forth
Heart pounding out my breast
Just no time to rest
Still in disbelief
There's simply no relief
Things are not anything like what they used to be
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound poem, to the point about reality, I am in agreement, things are not like they use to be. Keep writing, it's a 10
Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to read my poem Howard!