I see no progression in this thing called life no push no pull
no fall or rise theres nothing left to take to claim your own because neither of us had anything to take a swirling mixture of chaos love an hate but to what benefit do we live each day but to live yet another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the poem. Wonderfully written. Fine poetics. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.