i am living in a land
that has only sand
it pulls me down and down
it is making me drown
i am dying and
i have nowhere to stand
living in this town
makes you a clown
you will have no dignity
and no selfesteam
realizing slowly
its not a nice dream
***
really what a pity
things are not.....the way they seem
This is so very true.....Keep up the good work Krista
your piece is nice and strong....written with honesty....its like hitting my heart and mind with a hammer....and feel the pain just like you do.
As you said there are to sides the inside and outside you i think saw them both...Thank you..(IT)
Life is not a rosy dream but a bed of thorns which we've to accept. A wonderful poem. U get 10++.......
Blue Eyes, being a great poet means you are extremely sensitive to things/people around you, yes? No doubt, more than the average bear, you are going to have strong emotional reactions to life, how it seems to unravel before your examining eyes, mind and heart. You'll be more tuned in, whether you want to be or not, yes? Never lose sight of that because that is the basis of your talent, in my not so humble opinion. Keep a strong upper lip and keep in mind that you are a true recorder of history in the making. You are not alone! Carol
I know life is not always what we thought but just be strong and determine when thwe met setbacks! Thanks for sharing!
this is a very well wrote poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you rythm but yet you do such an awesome job! Very good. It shows the not so good side of our world. ~Sunshine ♥