my new poem

When I left my world, I died. 

When I came this cussed world, I died.

When I replaced our world to my world , I died. 

When I replaced badness to goodness , I died. When I replaced nervous to calmness , I died. 

When I replaced war to peace, I died.

I am tied to be in our world. 

I tried to come back to my own world.

Gita Pwyesh