In cold, misty mornings
And kind, well-meaning warnings
I found peace
Not words of wisdom, no, God forbid
But things such as 'Careful on the way to school'
and 'Be proud of what you did'.
Where is it now?
Where has it gone?
Once I was the world
Now, a lowly pawn
Tears stand as words unwritten
Thus, I have said nothing at all
Drenched in hatred does my heart beat
Ready for the call
We all await the end of days
None of us changing our ways
It is descending upon us, without delays
We will be lost, lost in the maze
'Hold my hand while we cross the street, son.'
Nuances of kindness I took for granted
Saw me as the seeds of my evil were already planted
One's sorrows held secret
One's lifetime filled with regret
No time for the release
Else the world is to be smothered between debris
It is who I am
And to amend for it,
I do what I can
Sorry for the mistakes
I shall end where I began
Neither a boy, neither a man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem