inspire me to be the greatest
self inflicted angst is consuming my soul
im so wrapped yet so worried
of the time of fear
nothing can go so well
world shifting shapes is all i have to consume time
till i am consumed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poetry. On the infinite soul the finite benchmarks of time are visible on our body that we know as reality. CP