Traveling down roads of turmoil, lacking the energy to
defeat them as I continue on, never looking back, never
looking forward.
Just hoping to end perplexing thoughts of death as it
sits by the wayside, waiting for me to give in to an
interior suicide.
Never letting it happen, going along roadways of inept
decisions.
(7: 47 p.m. - 11/28/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem