concealed in the darkness
of one's own imagination
is the biggest fear
that I face
It creates horrifying images
that become trapped
in a replay
of constant torture
finally the replay dissapates
as I come out of the darkness
only to enter
an even darker torture
I would rather sit in darkness
than wake to a darker place
for the thing that once was my life
has become a hell, a demon
a horror in itself
I can't escape it
but I can with my dreams
but they are wrought with torture
so I deal with these demons
I suffer and become more
violent as time passes
but noone dares to even notice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I absolutly adore all your poems. You are a great poet and enjoy to keep these long and bold. Thanks for writing so many because they are very fun to read.