The writing is nothing
When everything feels wrong.
Wordless,
Awake at night.
Blind eyes wide open
In search of sleep,
Ambien
Animating darkness.
False silhouettes,
Don’t pray for me.
I’m not a child;
The memory of who you wanted me to be.
Sorry, I’m not perfect.
I’m only human,
Ready to fall
Down, down, down,
(Even buildings eventually collapse.)
Sweet insanity,
My Darling,
If you are drinking to forget,
You might just end up remembering
The woes of the world.
No big deal.
Don’t be ashamed of who you are.
Sanity is an illusion,
Tragedy is beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem