You've been moving around for so long now,
around and around in my mind.
i search for you, but i am unable to find.
you've been moving around for so long now,
around and around in my heart,
i search for you, but you cower in the dark.
i've felt you breathing and sighing,
i've felt you screaming and crying.
you've been moving around for so long now,
around and around in my head,
i look for your escape route,
but i know that will come when i'm dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what an easy way to end a poem, like a suicide to escape from life. what about 'that will come when I'm set free from this body.'