When you set out alone,
All those untold miseries come alive
Like those zombies and
Try to make you one of them.
The only weapon you have is yourself.
You look around and find yourself at a sea,
Surrounded by darkness and you are lost;
In your own world!
And then you realise that;
'This is the life I lived all along;
Fighting for myself, with myself.'
This is how it was for me
Which will continue to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem