What should you do when your dreams are shattered?
What can you do when your dreams are shattered?
What is left in this world?
I guess nothing is for me...
I guess I'm not supposed to be happy...
I'll just wait out my time in this prison called life...
untill I am no more...
Untill then...
I'm just flesh turning into dust...
a soul dying while its body is present to see it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written Barb; love it