I do understand one fact.
Clearer by the point next to any.
When I actually don't.
Neither do I need many.
More becomes the must.
Later turned the page into a now.
I am riveted with fear.
I adjust.
My eyes.
No more.
Nerves exposed.
Less tears.
One cloud brings rain.
One heartless pain.
Soulless, within the coldness.
Surrounded, by my darkness.
I have derailed.
My mind was the train.
Becoming.
Undone.
Alone.
Mirrored.
By my shadow.
In the suicide shade.
I can never fade.
Away.
I have nothing.
I have more.
I have something.
Less to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem