The Beauty within the pain
Walled within a mind insane
I long for days of the past
Always in sight, but always out of grasp
It’s like Breathing in water, impossible to breath
But you still try to live
You’ll be gone soon, but at least it all ends
No point in screaming when there’s no one to hear
So you lie down, and submit to fear
You don’t know what’s going to happen next
But you know the end is near
so melancholic yet it's so moving n touchy, it touched my heart and moved my broken heart from the deep bottom. ten out of ten
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I would like to translate this poem
Touching write... you're a soul-mover.. brain-working writes from you... your piece makes my heart aches