The walls are converging,
Bringing on the pressure,
Its like being in a vaccum chamber,
No space to breath.
To believe,
That life will go on,
There's no hope for tomorrow,
The sorrow.
The pain,
Its not in vain,
Although it feels as such.
You can't help it.
The feeling keeps coming back.
Back,
The past,
Man that was a blast,
Of pain,
Disappointment.
Hoping that you won't be let down,
Hoping that you won't be left,
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem