Always waiting faced the gate
that you might break through,
yet you delay the dawn.
There is not a vent in the walls,
not even a window to give
some capacity to this trapped life.
I know the other side is not as it's promised,
but it lightens the heaviness of breathing.
It carries away the attraction of pain.
Comforts your mirage, but never you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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