Canoeing down the long path
of the river path.
Where the rotting lives meet.
Where the souls cry before the drift away.
As the life was draining,
so was myself.
I never knew what it was like
to have a family or
a friend.
my heart was cold and bitter
with a taste of hate.
I guess
I am here for all the
mistakes I made.
Canoeing down the river path
by the lifeless soul of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written.. You draw your pain in this wonderful lines.