You look at your past.
Think of your mistakes.
Think of your future.
Your such a disgrace.
No where to turn.
No love to follow.
Your pill of pride.
Is hard to swollow.
Its setting in.
The numbness of life.
You turn your head up.
Straight to the light.
Your last inhale.
Your now put to rest.
To finally realize.
Its the last breath.
To late for him/her... Good poem... Colin J... Hope to see more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this very much :) simple and to the point but gut wrenching, just like I like it (poetry that is) ...good job :)