Thought I was in pain,
But realized, I had none,
I was stung numb sometime back,
Nothing no more could leave me a crack,
The numbness hurt me for a while,
Thought I had lost something,
Realized, to loose I had nothing,
It was air or water that came and went,
In the beginning it had a fragrance,
The last part was a stench,
That stopped my breath,
Suffered, the lack of oxygen,
The air got to clear out,
Oxygen must flow again,
Life must come back,
To make me normal again.
Some people take pleasure... in doing this to others. Cheer up for oxygen is there... was always there... you just need to breathe! (sometimes we forget to breathe)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how it feels to lose that 'normal' feeling... you've described it well. Good write, Amit! Brian