To view my soul you must look in my eye
Witness my anger resisting to die
Longing to set myself free at last
I give up all hope of a better past
When you are without courage you fall from grace
The coward in you brings silent disgrace
It is your turn to carry and keep it warm
You hold the weight of innocence torn
My rage is my poison and you still live
The memory is strong as i fight to forgive.
Oh My God. You really do write apsolutly wonderful. Wow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written.. enjoyed