As i woke from darkness for my day to start,
I feel palpitations from my heart,
One would think it is love but it is actually fear,
And with each minute it is crawling near,
I can feel it coming closer and closer to me,
I can feel the heat of my daily destiny,
To watch my world end daily and relive it again,
Live through the torture of my daily pain,
It is coming closer, my time is coming soon,
And after that i must survive until i see the moon,
Each shift a battle, each posting a war,
I am locked in and cannot open the door,
The path i have taken, is it really worth it?
The daily hate showers encourage me to quit,
But i guess i will fight a little bit more,
In hopes by some miracle good things are in store.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good things will come. Thanks for sharing.