A ghost who drifts among the world
Control inside an iron fist is curled
Stressed and cracked and now eroding
Endless struggle to prevent imploding
In silence screaming to all and none
Lost and wandering until life is done
Not one other permitted ever to see
There's nothing left, there is no me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an incredible write expressing suffering Tony. Can feel the pain.