Deserted by strength i am weak
Deceived by love my heart becomes fatigue
Joy is a fruit I am yet to eat
I hate reality and welcome sleep
In the pool of pain my body soaks
As I savour the dying smell of hope
Surrounded by oxygen
And yet I am breathless
My life is a battlefield
On which I am helpless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem