Whatever happened to the life changing words she uses to preach?
Haven’t heard from myself since the last time I spoke-
To whom ever this concerns to I’ve forgotten what it is that you are after.
Sitting back as they watch her-They say she’s dying from insomnia.
How is it that she is failing everything she was after? Not once did she close her eyes.
Haven’t looked at myself since that last time saw a reflection-
Of what is yet to come, still no clue where this is all going.
Whisper to each other’s ears—they say she’s dying from insomnia.
When will she decide that it’s time to step backwards?
“Give her some pillows and a few bottles of sleeping pills! ” they shout!
“She’s dying from insomnia, better to let her sleep then to suffer”.
They are lead to believe it is for the better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evangelical am fascinated, well done