As I close my eyes
The colours swirl
They twist and turn
And curve and curl.
They form what I know
Will become a dream
They make me smile
And even scream.
They show me things
I wish to forget
That I may want to relive
But live to regret.
They drown me
Like I am stuck in the ocean
They leave me hot and flustered
Or cold and frozen
I scream for help,
But I am left to die.
There’s so much I wanted to do...
I wanted to fly!
I know time is gone,
I have started to ache.
I know all is lost,
But I just want to be awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem