Lying in sleep-filled dreams, not caring to think about
anything, just trying to forget
Working for a little while, yet the fear of what's to
come next is always looming near.
Afraid to stop and think, a mind sneaks around to the
back door finding it cannot be ignored anymore.
What can be done about it, nothing really, just by
standing straight and facing it with it's doubts and
fears is all there is to do.
Going through it all, finding oneself whole again in
mind and spirit.
Taking lots of time will bring a change of attitude and
eventually some peace of mind will settle in.
For now there is just confusion and pain of not knowing
why this is happening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem