Bedlam
Bedlam.
Chaos.
Noise.
Pain.
No definition for the human condition.
We exist in fear.
In guilt.
In shame.
Sleeping-waking.
Sleepwalking through time.
Naming things, naming feelings.
Never truly feeling.
And that brings you to bedlam.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem