From a perfectly bright and beautiful day
My mind, somehow, manages to extract
Darkness that goes a hundred miles below
Down it takes me with it
To a place so eerie and confined
You have to grasp for every breath
As if it was trying to show me
Each and every day of my childhood
Times that I had put it through
Abuses and apprehensions,
Vulnerability and persecution
Never did it get a moment of piece
Always trying to convert for me
Monstrous screams into laughter indeed
Been hung from a delicate thread
Of uncertainties and withering relationships
Ever since we were a child
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem