I know sometimes there will be no hope,
Sometimes the ice we are skating on is thinner,
Today’s magic can be comprehended and dreaded,
As we slide lower and lower to the steepest slop.
What about now? What about today?
This sharp sword that pierces so deeply into my chest,
This fake courage that I am wearing on my face?
This feeling of anguish that has come to stay.
Clearly the thought is still lingering…..
Slowly screeching in the land of the unknown,
The damage is too deep, too soon, too close
The soul inside of me is screaming.
Songs of the clouds are whispered by the mid day sun,
Settling in as I stand alone,
Cleverly and tall as high as I can hope,
What is life…A song? A hope? A run?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good! >.... nice write!