Trapped between two opposites
stuck, stranded, glued
obsessed with the decision
not wanting but having to choose
Numb, comforting, quiet
engulfed with uneasyness
suffocating my scabbed scars
oh, how ive hollowed out my soul
forever trying to convey
but my words twisted, voice muted
deepest emotions remain unheard
eternal darkness followed by never ending days
through conscious effort
my analysis of fate decays
emerged in painful confusion
destiny keeps my spirit caged
pergatory-the closet story
my internal being becomes weak
overwhelmed by the heavens and hells
i stay commatosed-never escaping independent glory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem