Have you ever been smudged into the background?
No, of course you haven't,
You're the one who blotted me out.
My voice is now a whisper,
In the ever howling wind, of a long winter's night.
But not in your conscience,
you can hear my screams, as I fall into an abyss of darkness,
while you try to sleep at night.
Your dreams shattered by my constant shrieks for help.
well, Sleep well my 'friend', sleep well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem