Silencing interior pain by listening to Foreigner,
eclipsing time by entering it's rhythms.
Forgetting the world for moments in time, as many
as I want to.
A long-lasting effect, holding me through writing,
softening the hold of reality on me through illness,
trials and suffering over this lifetime.
Tired of holding on, wanting to immerse myself in
another world where I won't have to deal with all
of this interior sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem