Numbness
I am unable to feel
Unable to think
But I continue to be
Spinning around like a ring
I don’t sleep
Afraid of the shadows
Fear is the only thing I am familiar with
The only thing I’ve ever known
Everything else is a myth
A legend, a fairytale, too beautiful to be true
And yet I still believe, when I see the morning dew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem