Living on edges of life, always looking out and about,
seeing everything clearly, sometimes wishing I didn't.
Yet, that is the way this mind works, a curse and a
blessing at the same time.
Praying for some peace, finding it within as I continue
to write poetry only.
At least I have some reprieve from this difficult and
boring life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem