Your guts scream stop and the sordid sickness make flesh fade
Without closure there are no new roads just dark paths to the past
Cliché fill thoughts, “dammed if I do, dammed if I don’t”, while bile bites
Boxing ugly shadows that laugh at you efforts and watch you slowly die
Nothing seems real and a thousand vicious reminders cripple hope
Would a stronger man walk away empty with his head held high?
Is it weakness to wish to be free of nightmares, poison and pain?
Sitting sobbing on a foreign floor so the tears have less distance to fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my poem called, Mental Hospital.