I'm starting over with a clean state
Ignoring the disrespect, so I'm straight
So glad I'm over the blind hate
Arguing with myself, but why must I debate
I'd never thought of anything, but the present
Thoughts tainted like the smell of decaying resin
I've been lost and found, but I'm back
The loss of my muse hurts like a critical heart attack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem