the nettle nolonger strings
as i hold it in my hand
for the pain in my heart just gets worse
and my dreams i nolonger understand
The cold air that blows
but i can nolonger be felt apon my cheek
for theres no power in voice
and cant find a word on the dictorary to speak.
I have become.
the man who inever wanted to be
for anger and hate
has taken over me
we'vw all said things
we wish we could take back
and if we dont say sorry
our hearts turn the black
my hand is now red
but i still cant feel the nettle's sting
as i hold it tighter in my hand
still i cant feel a thing.
hot and cold
mot one i can feel
for i feel num
but the pain in my heart is real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem