I try to withstand the pressures
Bearing down
Fighting back the hate within
Festering
Smothering the ghosts of past
Sometimes my legs buckle
Snap
Beneath the unbearable weight
Overwhelming
That constantly consumes me
But still there is the unrelenting
Merciless
A force that compels me to say
Shout out
These broken skies will someday mend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem