enveloped in dark
in this once green park
where my mother and i used to play
the swings so inviting
and the blade deeply biting
fades all my memories to gray
the slide how it twists
like the scars on my wrists
which promise to never betray
the teeter-totter shrieks
as the wind makes me weak
and i fall thinking i'm still okay
the rock wall where i climb
just can't seem to find
the child who once used to say
take me home my dear friend
for here this shall end
where my mother and i used to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oohhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont know how this one makes me feel kinda sad but not really oh man i lufffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff it more then the other one! ! !