Lost and diluted
Medicine of confusion
My whole life was a delusion
Stripped bare
Now how will I fare
More unfamiliar than ever known
Who is i
What is me
I no longer know the voice inside of me
Thoughts and feelings
Only bring forth confusion
Was I safer in my delusion
Is this a forgone conclusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every one has to face such a stage of confusion at some or the other time in life. Off course, it is a temporary phase and the sufferer overcomes it with passage of time.