Whole my face
Was flooded by tears
In my heart
Manifolds of pain
When we heed
Deep in our problems
It is like
We're born to suffer
But to see
The world around us
Some people
Feel like they are dead
Some people
Wish sleep could be long
Or even
The sun never comes
We cry for
Something that's better
They cry for
Peace and no disease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Negativity is in our thoughts.... It depends on our thinking...10 You may like to read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.... Naila