Death...
Depression...
Destruction...
Pain...
What is thy origin?
What is thy name?
Torment...
Anger...
Sorrow...
Fear...
When will you listen?
When will you hear?
Rebirth.
Wisdom.
Dreams.
Life.
My catalyst says hello.
Seeing me through the strife.
Wesley Hall - 06/14/05
life is itself a puzzle...generations have passed brooding on the same... thought provoking..nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it would b better if you add the words “poor, misery,sufferings...etc“