You have no one else to impress.
The life you thought was yours is a mess.
Are you still the same soul as before?
Are you the same old tired bore?
When will the dark side show its ugly head?
Bringing the darkness and past shadows I dread.
Take me out of the darkness and doubt.
The weight I carry, I can really do without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem