Blinking in and fading out,
Consciousness is high in doubt.
Swimming in a sea of fog,
Sight gives out but not for long.
Waking in a drug-like daze
Darkness captured in your gaze.
Room is spinning, round and round-
Limp, white body hits the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem short and to the piont sweat poem.. i give it a ten