Feeling music deeply in depths of emotion, darkening tunnels of olden days, no longer afraid to step in them.
Being pulled gently by the hand, unable to get loose, feeling frozen inside my chest, wanting to escape, flee from this momentary image, but cannot.
Standing wholly along doorways, not being let out, only kept in.
Thoughts being bounced into the darkness, crossing out any idea of escape, because authority won't let go for anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem reminds me of the yellow wallpaper.