I am fighting.
I am fighting with my existence.
I am fighting against the flow of my dreams.
I fought against the world
but lost my existence.
I have adopted the black color of reality
and the dream lights went out.
I am constantly at war with myself
The struggle to control emotions goes on within the heart.
With a fog of uncertainty before the eyes
I am fighting.
The house of lost dreams in the mind and
The fire of submerged hope burns
But only tears are coming out.
I am fighting
I am fighting with myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem