Taken hostage by your own sorrow
You bleed beer with a tint of red
Because the rest has gone to your eyes
As you're laying in bed
You see the world through a filter
That doesnt like to show you
And so you believe that you're lost-
A colourless hue.
How dumb does it feel to even lose to yourself?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem