Pages of turmoil being written through this entire life,
lions roaring in my mind, wanting to escape this cage of
strife.
Rushing towards doors, wanting to be freed from this pain
and heartache, touching upon particles and fibers that
have been left handing, hoping for a reprieve, a way out
of this cell of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem