I lay on the floor
arms spread out by my sides
I am looking at the shadows
that dance on the selling
waiting for them to lash out at me
in my moment of pain
waiting for my moment to pass
so I can go on with my everyday things
but my dark moment is steel here
waiting for me to make a move
waiting for me to care
leaving nothing but dead wait in my thoughts
I am wagging a war in witch I am not winning
I have no choice but to let go and let it be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem