At least I knew how to live in there,
Do they let people back in?
I don't want to be one of those,
Bitten on the way out.
I've made it to the plateau,
There's not a thing for miles around,
Do I have the strength to find my own way,
Or is there anyone to show me?
Blinded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem