Sometime at night when I sleep I hear echoes in dark.
Voices that I thought had long faded away are as present as the moon.
I can hear them saying words like burden, no good, abnormal, and crippled. I wake up in a cold sweat shivering in fear. The fear comes from realizing the voices that I am hearing are that of my parents. They are my nightmare. They are the echoes in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem