Author's Note: Δεν συνηθίζω να γράφω ποίηση στα αγγλικά, ωστόσο έτσι προέσταξε η έμπνευση. Εύχομαι να σας αρέσει. :-)
There is always that time of the day,
when my chest feels so heavy,
when my heartbeat gets so fast,
when I wanna break free,
break free from the depression that haunts me
since I was born.
The worst is that it's not my fault,
it has always been this way
and it will remain.
And the much worse is that sometimes I compromise
and I end up broken again.
But the worstest is that I cannot control it.
That's the sorrow of life.
It's a trap that no matter how many times you fall for
you 'll never truly learn how to avoid it.
Υou are trapped in this circled maze
without exit or entrance.
YOU ARE READING
Λέξεις Φαντασίας
PoetryΟι λέξεις είναι άψυχες, μα η ποίηση ένα καταφύγιο συναισθημάτων, που δεν είναι τίποτα άλλο από λέξεις. Λέξεις που γίνονται εικόνες, με μαέστρο την φαντασία.
