We walk in the dark
Falling through holes
Crashing in life's wake
Falling, and falling until we brake
Our peaces make holes for others to fall
Drowning in the tears of our past
Sinking into the future
I think we have left something behind
that might have mended our ways
~This poem was written by my sister and myself. A friend of mine said that she couldn't write a poem. I begged to differ so I said that she could say any word and I and my sister could write a poem about it. She chose holes. So my sister and I took turns writing lines. We did it in a few minutes. It was fun to do.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it...it speaks of all the things that we can't normaly see. Holes. Things that we pay no mind too. wonderful