I walk across the dark room
as if to find my soul
hanging upon the other side.
But I can't seem to find the other side.
The room seems to go on forever and ever.
Now I'm walking in circles trying to find a door
or some sort of way out,
but I find nothing.
What am I to do in a cold,
black room with no soul,
but to lie myself down, forever.
At least until the pain disappears
or something changes for the better.
I'll be lost in a dark and
cold room without a soul to feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem