Im sick of bieng told
what i can and cant do,
i feel hurt and betrayed
all good memories seem to fade
Im sick of bieng lost and confused
i feel dazed, and unaware
Im sick of waiting for tomorrow
to bring its new sins and tradgedies,
i feel lost and betrayed
all good memories seem to fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time when shadowed by the dark plumes never when befuddled by the sins and tragedies..............yet painfulby the reeks of time, road still bright by resurection a head, yet wrought ingenious,10+, thanks for sharing