No one to shield him from all the rain
No one to nurse his pain
He thought of ending it cus life seemed vain.
No water no food not even a grain
Even the ones he called friends left him in pain
He thought of running through a train
I don't want to experience the pain of death he thought.
But somehow the pain of living seemed worse.
He wished the blue skies turned to rain
To wash the feelings all away.
Emmanuel j Ezendu
(Pristine writer)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks alot Daniel.