I am listening to my favorite song,
when something interupted me for long,
it was not anyone or something went wrong,
it's my memories of my wrongs.
I felt very sad when I look so bad,
I am not talking about my appearence but the memories that make me sad,
most of them took away glad,
and replace me with sad.
I tried to put myself in control,
but I felt worse than a troll,
I rather put myself up to be sold,
to make me free from bold and cold.
But in the end, everything I tried were useless,
the memories were like devils,
they'll never free me from these evils,
I strugled and strugled and finally I found a place to hide,
but I know that the devils will come back and attack my evil side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Celestine, one day soon, in this New Year, there will be a new and brighter smile pasted on your face, and when you get up early in the morning and look at the mirror again, you will no longer see a distorted image of yourself, but a new you, instead..smile...well penned poem, keep it up! You got talent and you are in the right track and site, PH, you got my well deserved vote,10+++Love and Peace...(The One and Only) ...