Losing It Poem by Criscentia Jessica Setiadi
Losing It
I no longer am the truth
They have been taking my youth
All the burdens and thoughts
All the miseries I sought
The greater the amount
The better was I bound
By the fake glory
Sinking all my worries
Soon emerge, I know
You reap what you sow
Yet before, I would've run
Under the flowers, under the sun
I like the style of this poem; with a limited number of words you could create a universal theme applicable for every human being. Your rhyme scheme is a mazing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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