My soul, my heart is white by fear,
From losing the one true love I hold dear.
I'm terrified by the darkness of the nightly skies,
I wonder if I'm ever safe in the world that cries.
Am I eternally lost in the sorrow and tears,
From the souls of the fixated of 500 years?
Or am I frightened by the horrs of my painful past,
As if I were fighting for my life as my last?
I must now try to stand up and stay strong,
So that my fears of my past memories won't entice me for long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and original pice. It's diversity that makes a poem. Steve A Mad Merseyside Poet