I love your poem What brings myself to live? its exactly how i fell some times. i wrote a sort poem and was wondering what you think hear it is......
Song of Sorrow Speechless sightless breathless lifeless she lay motionless in the waters despair the woods are silenced as the rain turns to snow then the wimd startsto blow and the trees start to moan nature becomes a weeping sound of sorrow heart
Why? Why do humans always look to the sky?
Why do you try so hard to fly
when you don't have any wings?
We'll run on our own legs.