Lost behind the darkness
Clouding my eyes from truth
No way to brake the spell upon me
Can't scream out
Can't even speak
Just walk along
Step by step
Not sure where I'm going
Trying to go away
But always coming back to
To what am I trying so hard
To brake my ties with
I feel it griping
Holding my heart
Falling
Will no one catch me
Distant memories I try to reach to
But never quite touch
Longing for somthing I once had
Though a feeling I'm forgetting
It hurts
To remember these things
Though what am I remembering
Tiny glimpes of them
Though can never get the whole pic
Cannot figure out
What is real
What is fiction
LET GO OF ME!
I WANT TO KNOW!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a real fiction in tyranny of time.