Multiplied by the better.
Giving my best.
I feel less.
Divided by the worst decisions.
Ever made by my rusted blade.
I live more.
In the darkness cast by my addictions.
Living in the shade.
The tree is dead.
The roots are too shallow.
I bare no leaves.
Hollowed by the infinity of sorrow.
I struggle into the future.
Carrying my cross.
My burden needs to be coffined.
The nails hammered into my head.
Are the memories I want to forget.
My heart was staked.
Ripped and torn
Then replaced.
With twigs and thorns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem