Biting my nails. Trembling hands that are full of hair.
It's too much, too many ways, I can't...
Curled up in the grey fog. Irrelevance has seized me.
So what. What's the point? Just let me rest.
It's too much, too many ways, I can't...
Deep breaths. One thing at a time.
So what. Whats the point? Just let me rest.
Why am I so tired? No joy. No pain.
Deep breaths. One thing at a time.
I can only be in one place at a time.
So what? Whats the point? Just let me rest.
Alone. Drooping and hollow. My essence has gone.
I can only be in one place at a time.
Fidgiting. Moving so much, i'm lost.
Alone. Drooping and hollow. My essence has gone.
How can I feel so much and be so numb?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Poem Vicky, I especially liked the line: How can I feel so much and be so numb?