When nightmare come to life,
I am like flying in the high of the sky,
Feel the dark clouds and want to huge its,
I want to wake up,
I need this atmosphere,
The atmosphere when I am with the nightmare,
Because nightmare is you.
wow... interesting poem with interesting end... :) i like it. thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Someone Once Told Me.