My future is unclear
Nothing for me do i see
i feel my mind becoming less,
becoming less of me.
My hope is fading,
and i fear it won't return.
My spirit seems less engaging
My soul is all but gone
What is to become of me
in the future that you see?
without my spirit, without my soul
their is nothing left to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem