Its being a long day.
Am Tired, weary and dry.
Here at the bulkny i stand looking towards the sky..
closing my eyes to push the tears back i ask my self why?
Why is it taking to long to be the pasön i want to be?
Why is it taking to long to stop being the person am i today?
No answers close by.
I pause and wipe the tears from my face.. Because no one will do it for me because am all alone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, expressive but needs a lil bit of edition.