In some occasion
I feel empty
because I don't
do many things
or I'm not
too active
Often I feel
a sense of
emptiness and discomfort
I think it's
better to not
complain for what
we don't have
or don't do
Sometimes I'm happy
to do different
things for my
ordinary life
Sometimes nothing has
a sense for
me
In some moments
I have an
inexplicable excitement
Unconsciously I think
to leave my
safety
There is a
lot of poison
in the world
I think genuiness
is lost forever
I think I
feel very bored
every day
I have no
chance of winning
the competition in
this world
There's no way
to escape from
the modern poison
The world is
going to be
worse
The world is
full of wickedness
and unawareness
Everybody is poisonous
and evil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is indeed full of wickedness but we can play our little role to make it better. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments. Kingsley Egbukole