The past is like a scar it never go's away, good or bad it will always remain. Nothing helps when your all alone. Time passes yet it stands still, seclusion is all you know. Like a seed, the tear falls down your cheek' replenish into shame and blossoms into hate. The tragedy of it is one will in brace it after so long. like a vivid dream you wake and think its all real. but in the end happiness is just a fairy tale. Perhaps one day you will be free but for now the cold in brace of solitude is all you know and to you that is what makes you free... Ggm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem