he cries out,
his mistakes have finally found him,
he's dying everyday,
nothing stays the same,
he's done so much bad,
caused so much pain,
he tries to get away,
he swears he's sane,
his hate is destroying everything,
what good will he ever bring?
he screams because his soul isn't healing,
bring him back to the light
or he'll forever hide.
he's gonna die out there,
he needs to breathe some fresh ai,
he needs to sense the good from bad,
why wont anyone listen?
why can't anyone see?
why won't anyone help him?
because he's a victom of death......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem