i walk through a door
into a room unknown
pitchblack, as black as night, as hidden as truth
i open my eyes
i am not blind yet i see nothing
as if there is no light in the world
but i hear something
something in my soul saying this is home for me
but should i listen to the voices inside
or realize the hell that i'm in
or just abide by the rules that were told to me
'believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see'
but how do i not listen to myself
my own being is telling me that this is home
but im afraid
afraid that there is no home in this place of darkness
no home in a world where truth looks the same as lies
and life looks the same as death
so what do i do
do i listen to the voices
and wander into the world unknown?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem