This life has been over for far too long.
It's never felt right and always felt wrong.
Someone should have told me from the start.
That my soul could never win my true loves heart.
Yet I've tried and failed till my heart is no more.
Love is my weakness it kills to the core.
I ache for something I will never know.
She'll never find me so it's on with the show.
All shows have an ending and I'm begging for mine.
God doesn't listen to me and that's just fine.
My screams of pain heaven can't hear.
So many beautiful angels but none for me I fear.
JIM 1985
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem