Limits
When limits are crossed and you cant sleep
You find your fists clenched automatically
Sometimes theres too much to take
And threatens a mental break
Darkness swells upon the horizon
And penetrates my mind like poison
Mind like strings pulled in all directions
Times have betrayed-theres no solution
Its too late you cant fight your fate
Is this a game and who is to blame?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is never too late to fight with fate........good musing