A mountain resting on my head
And an empty feeling in my belly
The thought of eating, nauseating
My body feeling weak...
The thought of eating
Makes me want to puke
I just want to get into bed
Curl up and lay to rest
The heat not helping much
Adding to this awful feeling
Ringing in my ear
As I feel the room spin
Then total darkness
Waking up in the someone's arms
A friend of a friend's in whose
Arms I found myself
Oh, that awful feeling in my head
I didn't care
I just fell asleep again.
Next morning concerned faces look at me
But my hero is not around.
I can't remember because I didn't his face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
optimism is the root of life. life is never to stop never to bend. it glows flows