The warmth of heavy cover overshadows me
The moonless dark shines on my eyelids
My mind only grasping at the small things unknowing
As I escape my life
As if unearthed from a deep crypt
I groan at the daylight
The weight on my numb limbs answer back
With the weariness of my dreams
Day after day you strike me with your words
The warm blood of my feelings pours out
Empty once again of my self-worth
Feeling the crack of madness knock against the barricade
The armor is so heavy, so worn
Without it would be suicide, I ponder that
Was that the dream of Plath?
To expose ourselves to what we fear in life…or death?
In my head I play out our days
I open my compassion and essence to you in mime
I try to feel your impervious heart
And I find it’s better to…forever sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem