Blacking out from the pain.
Something isn't right.
Don't tell Mother.
It's out of her hands now..
Like so many things.
Brow furrowed, these eyes can't keep the peace.
Go on and close now..
Precious veil of sleep.
Get me out of this mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im just guessin but in the end of the poem, is it like the person in the poem want to die or what. its a lil confusing. but its a good poem