It reappears
Time and time again. Worries of this and that.
Hopes, wishes and impossible dreams.
Crazy thoughts and scary truths.
Lying to oneself to make the day.
A curse it is, the abillity to see.
The night is relaxing, refreshing, reboots the mind.
Scanning through all forgotten files. All hidden feelings.
Nails tear the flesh as i shiver in fear
Wishing that the shower could clense the filth in one´s soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem