Tears constantly fall
Crashing down upon my life
Pages of my book torn
Destroyed; no longer call
Failure and disappointment
Struggles to please
The pen writes and I
Fall to my knees
Gasping for air
Screaming out
Ending it now
Praying one last time to fix it
Pounding on walls
Shredding my flesh
Dissolving back to nothing
The pen falls never to rise again
The pages filled
This was my life
And now it's my end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every leaf does make history in our book of life...poignant composition shared here as our life will cross to the last page in due time....10+++