Hold up your chin, try to be strong
Somehow I always end feeling wrong
Time can help, but time can't heal
too much pain and there's no appeal
Dry and plain like desert sands
I can't keep up with life's demands
Hurt and Pain and loss and tears
It's time to finally face your fears
The End...Or just the beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is just so sad!
I connect best to sad, meaningful, thoughts and ideas. I can express this connection through writing deep poetry.