as minutes keep crawling by,
each second lasts a lifetime,
it feels as if my life which I once lived,
already past by,
shaped into this life,
filled with regrets,
holds no future at all....
my bubbled life,
which I once lively lived,
I watch it being scattered,
bruised,
empty feelings,
containing no life at all,
only the question arises;
when will my life become my own?
U told my whole story there I bet lots of ppl hav this kinda life.... Hmmm...we all are waiting for our lives to begun n to get ovr d rgrets.. nicely written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is good. I pray you find urself soon.