Who am i?
it a question ive often asked myself...
as i wander down the narrow streets...
in sickness and decaying health...
trying to avoid his gaze..
alone i walk through falling light..
in crowded streets i hide..
dreading a glimpse or sight of him...
walking there by my side..
he follows me relentlessly day or night...
my tormenter my demon my bane..
i cannot be rid of him try as i might...
always reminding me of my shame..
he whispers softly in my ear..
showing all my sins to me..
saying words i dont want to hear...
why wont he leave me be? ..
i think i had a family...
maybe long ago..
till he came to torment me..
my soul to me to show...
when will i be free of him...
why does he haunt me this way...
will he be there as the world grows dim..
i can but hope and pray...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem