Hiding in the shadows of a troubled mind
Driving me forward
All the while destroying me slowly
He need only a moment but its still to much
Can’t handle the destruction
Yet I need him close to the bone
His touch is healing even tho he slowly kills me
Threw him out many times before but he’s still in the deep
Size of a mountain with the moments of a cat
He runs me down once again
Leaving me gasping for air
Can I ever win?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem