Life
a box
hideous
scary
light shines
amazing
brighter then the sun
in the dark
seems like, God
God
looking down on you
love, brighter then ever
but then the dark
cold and heartless
demon like
scary
breaking the heart
crushing the bones
shaking the soul
not always light
but, always dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She stole this identity