Poor demented creature
mind completely gone.
But the struggle for life
goes on and on and on.
Poor demented creature
fighting to survive.
An empty vessel trying
to stay alive.
The battle is relentless
it goes on and on and on.
The spirit wains
but the heart is strong.
Eventually exhaustion does the deed.
Nothing left to fill the need.
Nothing left to fuel the fire.
Nothing left
but to expire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem