When my time comes again,
I'll be ready once more.
Hope there won't be more pain,
Wish it won't turn out in another useless bore!
I wish of a place of better time,
Useless were the people I knew,
Where the bells, they chime,
I'll try to start anew.
Forgive my eternal sacrifice,
But by God it's living in paradise.
Feels as if my feelings are gripping me in a vice,
But it never turns out nice.…
- Analysis of the Poem "My Voice" by Sir Oscar Wilde
- Poem "Better Life"
- Poem: Salvation
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