A Shattered soul
boxed behind impenetrable walls
alone with the notions that come at night
trapped by the fear of shadow filled corners
alienated by the sane
condemned by the memories
that have long been forgotten
conquered by the solitude
programmed for avoidance
this is hell
This Is A Shattered Souls
By Ann Nixon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great job applying emotion to your poem. Just grammatical mistakes is all. If you edit the capitalization and punctuation, it would be even better