Locked inside
where only I can be
lonely cries echo,
deafening me.
I peer through sockets
through skull
and soft flesh,
blood coursing
nerves enmesh
electric thoughts rocketing
through bone-strapped brain,
lightning revealing
God's face once again.
With muttering thunder,
the sad world declines
back into empty
personal night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem