A dove, starving for love
Was lured by a crumb...
Living in a cage made of razors
Trying to find the safest way out
Dreaming of freedom just to stay alive...
As the Bloody evidence of perserverance
Colours the darkness within, the screaming stops
Defeat is the winner...
This is how death lives
Feeding off of lost hope,
Devouring the weakened faith
Scourging around for the last remains
Of any desire to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wowowow.......very deep and full of true and raw emotions......love the anologies you put into this one! ! great write.....truly makes you ponder eh! ! ! ! Brian~