Where did the time go
Is it dawn or is it dusk
Nobody is home
Not a sound to be heard
As I rush down the stairs
Passing mirrors
Am I dreaming
Have I been drugged
In the silent
I hear no reply
How could this be,
I am unclothed
I don’t like this feeling inside
I hurried to the closet to grab my robe
Passing mirrors
Everyday I wake up trying to hide
Passing mirrors and unclothed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem