My soul rages war
of all regrets left back
Sends my mind into a boundless pit
And stripping it of life
To travel without an end
feels like a decade of sleepless nights
It leaves me tired and cold
that cannot be annoyed
My thirst for more
of things I know not
Keeps me dreaming of more
that will ease my decay
If my soul was to stop
I wonder would it be my end
So I continue my search
of things that are hopeful
And dare not look back
cause it would only start again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem