Sweeping emotions filling my being, pulling me along narrow
pathways of tangled jungles into the darkness of night.
Crawling on all fours, moving forward with anxiety and fear
of the unknown, yet filled with a gigantic curiosity to find
out what is around the next corner of my mind.
Creating picturesque images that fade and become nightmares
of my sleep.
Freezing, running scared, not being able to move, because
someone is standing in the way - someone of great authority.
Feelings of dread, not wanting to listen or obey, but somehow
I must, because authority commands if from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem