Seeing things that are not there
Staring darkness in the face bare
Not dreaming so its like living a nightmare
But never to be saved or to wake up
Facing burried troubles projecting flashbacks
Reliving the painfull moments feeling burried
Scratching to get a normal life back
Feeling cheated thinking about victimized set backs
Yearning freedom and better days
But feeling fatigue in a relentless maze
Thinking its only a lonely faze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem