Writhing inside, painfully enduring trials of life's beginning
and ending.
Striving constantly to become myself, yet never accomplishing
an iota of what is meant to be in my days.
Carousing casually, along paths of my own making, creating
depths to my mind so I may escape this lonely hell on earth.
Flying away, becoming invisible, traveling with no qualms,
sending messages to God beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, sending messages to God..