Anxiety
My eyes are wide,
My face ablank,
The tears I hide,
The gnawing I can’t…
Hours have passed,
In the mirror I see
A face aghast
Of the damage hands breed…
I take a substance
Then place down in bed
The pieces and fragments
Of my tormented head…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this very good tho it's a horrible thing to have. check mine broken dreams