Crying out to be heard
But taunting echoes scream back
A reminder of my abandoned self
In this hollow emptiness I yield
Pulled out threads, one by one
Tearing my will to the ground
Left with a heap of confusion
Too vast to sort through
The dreary weight of my conscience
A burden upon my shoulders
Of what I’ve turned away from
Refusing to embrace it
A broken spirit all that remains
Nothing but a shattered reflection
As I unwillingly stare into them
Portraying what I’d dare not see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jeez this sounds like my life......so beautiful....but sad......its a lonely existence......very nice....