Lurking in a thunderstorm
all alone
for i am not yet born
my anger grows and grows
I want out!
I want to be free!
Shooting from the godly rain
I touch the earth
And scream
And sing
Everyone must know me
I stretch my arms as far as they can reach
Suddenly feeling my life is short
I try to reach something
Anything!
But my mind is draining
Focus is no longer mine
Clawing at my godly terrain
An I Cease to exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem