Stunning pressure rushes through my veins.
Lack of ideas, mental blockage came to take place.
The paper is clear and the ink is thick,
How can i write something with just one click?
Imaginations turn out to hallucinations,
I am being swallowed with these illusions.
The beast of ideas have come to take me,
To a fugitives world beyond reality.
Not a genius, not a geek,
I am no warrior with something to seek.
Just want to escape and recreate a place of my own,
Until the light of fantasy is unfold and shown.
This will be my last resort to escape the sorrow,
And being a fraud to myself will surely follow.
But keeping the truth beneath these lines,
Will make a magical world for me to find...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem