I lay in my bed lost
My soul covered with frost
As I start to shiver
My soul begins to wither
The tears fall down my face
As I try to find my place
In this lonely world
All so cold
I begin to cry
As I start to try
To change my fate
For it’s not too late
The tears begin to fade
As I regret the choices I made
In my dark and gloomy past
I know this depression won’t last
So I begin to see
There is hope for me
As my soul begins to shine
For I am glad this life is mine
As I see it , all three poems are sending the same basic message. I don't often see this, but I certainly hope you wrote this one last. That's because it's the best by far. Your meaning in this one had no hurdles for the reader to climb over. That's a good lesson to learn. It appears you have learned it if, as I said, this one was written last. This one is very good. I really liked it. Good luck! GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's not much I can say about this wonderful poem. This is a masterpiece. Keep on writing.