Awareness was ripped from my conscious and thrust upon me.
Awakening-
It’s a blanket that covers my existence like the blackness covers the sea.
Paralyzing-
The simmerings run wild in a field like a whisper when a diary loses it's key.
Emotional-
With goodness and compassion lost, like the Pharaoh’s people, I need God to see me free.
Death-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem