18 years ago
a baby was born
brought into this world
torn
fighting for life
asking for a chance
to live the right life
to experience romance
wanting nothing more
than something warm
something to love
something to perform
he wanted a life
good or bad
it didn't matter
just to say he had
he started a fighter
and somewhere still is
but he hides it so well
just because it's his
still figuring out
the point of all this
living life normal
pursuing the bliss
18 years old
with nothing to lose
everything to gain
and a future to choose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem this also caught my attention