on my feet i take this steep
wound is deep in my chest
i strive to move forward
i think to turn back
this felling i'm so hollow
i must take another steep
wolf in pain
wolf in sorrow
this act i must follow
resisting the thought felling this pain
here i am once again
on my 5th steep i learn something new
letting go is hard forgetting harder
staying in pain moving in pain
i thought it might all be the same
so i learned as i looked back
really this is not so bad
i will never forget how i felt
but i will turn around
and move fowored
this pain in my chest as i take my 5th step
deems at the thought ill never forget
i but must move on
A great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Evil Rising.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats a good poem Max... Ya you might not remember me but you should write me sometime i have things to discuss with you. i hope you will inbox me