Safe haven I occupy you in my hour of need
Yet even in all your masculinity I wonder are you strong enough
Can you keep out the bad dreams
The razor in every shadow
History’s footsteps creep up to my minds window
Stomping on my sanity, bringing tears from every pour
My life’s movements shown on my mapped arm
My mind reduced to a blacken fractured stress ball
My body hides this truth all the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem