I have always been different
Marching to the beat of my drum
And this time will be no different
Memories haunt my existence
But soon that will be remedied
With the shout of my last breath
In my hand lies a solution
One that I am willing to accept
The ghosts will never haunt me again
I have resigned to this outcome
What some will see as a wasted tragedy
I will see as my greatest escape
The final word is plainly written
To the audience that I once entertained
No more can I live with this pain
I like the word choice that you used. my favorite line in that poem is 'the final word is plinly written' but the other ones are great to! ! ! Keep writing! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My wife claims that even after I die....I'll keep talking. You will too.