Dying inside, wishing things could be so different, so utterly insane, like the emotional turmoil stirring within my heart, making me think in nothing but saddened pictures.
Silent words forming constantly without any foreboding or warning.
Existing only by whims of behavior, out on a limb, trying to hold on, but failing.
Not able to fake living anymore, I let go and become invisible on sands of another life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem