I am empty inside
My will to live is dim
My flesh has no power and
My spirit is crushed.
I hate everything
I hate everyone
I care-less what happens to anything
I’m a bomb wait to explode!
I feel in shackles and
Death drawing near my companion to become
Shoot me on the head and
Free my flesh and spirit
Pass me a rope and by it bury my miseries
I hate life!
Call it a gift, I call it crafty!
To hell, what the hell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my frnd. life is the gift of god. go on composing poems.if possible read my poems.