This is a poem without a title
words without a goal
leading us to nowhere
almost without a soul
But it should be of sorrow
it should be of hate
cause life without meaning
usually ends up in the drain
But
Sometimes
life like that can happen through fate
born in a world of war
born in a world of killing
how could anyone survive
such ugly living?
But life is always great
if you think in different ways
maybe you could be someone
that could maybe be a legend
you could be someone
that has a great family
my poems hardly rhyme
but i try to make sense
sometimes you got to re read them
so that you won't need to pretend
I talk about life though i am young
I talk about everything, though i am young
but i observe and i learn
people live to earn
so we should wake up for a meaning
not just to survive
but to live you life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem