Look me in the eyes
What so you see?
Is it pain?
I'm sure it is,
But doubled.
Am I crumbling?
Yes, I'm a cookie crumbling with each bite.
Am I a black hole?
I believe I am.
An endless pit of blackness.
Memories floating around.
Happiness is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem