The feeling
that feeling
that creeping
and crawling
the anger
first bubbling
then rising
and boiling
the sadness
the pain
the tears
that spill out
make more
and more
tears flow
make more
and more doubt
is this place
my place?
is this where
I should be?
I'm just sick of being
undistinguished me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful compost. loved it