Walking down some lonely road
Leading to nowhere
And never-ending
Just a broken road
Matching my broken heart
A black path
Surrounded by white
If you step off
Who knows where you'll go?
Falling down
Or falling up
Never telling which way you go
Everytime you jump
You end up on that same path
Or is it different?
Who knows?
I should
But I don't
(Fall 2008, Age 11 (11 days til my b-day!) , Door County, Wisconsin)
Your very mature for only being 11 cause your words sound older than an 11 year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although your poem ends this way...I am certain you know where you are my dear child, and will know where you are going.