I cried,
I cried loud, hard
Against my bedroom door
And I used to pray
That out of the sky
A plane would fall
Out of the sky
So I wouldn’t be here
So I wouldn’t be
Raw and rabid but rich in reality of the dangerous and deadly dimension. Thanks for sharing my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well short written.Read my poem on life thank you