Everytime i awake next to me lies a pain.
No matter which side i turn, it hurts even more than it did yesterday.
I curse and lay a quest to be left alone.
Yet am not understood why not delight in this vain.
A sense of nausea surrounds my mind,
A group of emotions surrender to heart.
Alas to God it's too much to endure,
I curse in vain for answers out of my reach..
Why me, what have i done?
I didn't hurt any body, didn't touch not even a fly.
Yet the pain persist in my misery,
It dwells upon my soul.
Everytime i sleep with pain close to my heart.
I cry to heavens to set me free.
Just when the lights go off, pain rests in peace.
Patiently waiting...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain depicted as both internal and external, as a paracite leaching on the heart as well as a tyrant scrutinising your every effort to break free, yet no one understands. very deep and thoroughly emotional poem