Fealing Poems
Fading colors
by Robert Goldschmidt
I feel like the colors of the life are fading away. Maybe that's the reason I be lately awake.
Nights full of thinking mumbling and screaming. Who will take my pain who will put it away. My thoughts are messy it's overwhelming and tiering; so the only thing I can do is to pray and hope it will be ok.
My anger is growing my faith is still falling
I feel like drowning, sometimes I think about hanging. The colors are blending my thoughts are like bleeding.
The colors are faiding away day by day and I'm scared that soon I will see only gray.
Fading colors
by Robert Goldschmidt
I feel like the colors of the life are fading away. Maybe that's the reason I be lately awake.
Nights full of thinking mumbling and screaming. Who will take my pain who will put it away. My thoughts are messy it's overwhelming and tiering; so the only thing I can do is to pray and hope it will be ok.
My anger is growing my faith is still falling
I feel like drowning, sometimes I think about hanging. The colors are blending my thoughts are like bleeding.
The colors are faiding away day by day and I'm scared that soon I will see only gray.
